With the exception of a party on Saturday night and church on Sunday morning, we did absolutely nothing all weekend. It was nice. But I did feel a bit guilty for being so sedentary. Oh, I worked out. Did my walking and some time on the nordic trak on Sunday. Saturday and Monday I went to aerobics. But really? In between? I sat.
Saturday night's party was at a neighbor's house. We sat around and visited for several hours. It consisted of those of us who had done "Thirsty Thursdays" last summer. We've not had any "Thirsty Thursdays" yet this summer. But we will. We just haven't really had much of an opportunity. It thundered nearly nonstop the entire time we were at the party. But only just a few sprinkles of rain. None of us felt compelled to go inside. We ate lots and lots of appetizers, lots and lots of desserts, with hamburgers in between. It was a nice party.
Sunday, of course, was Independence Day as well as church. Tony did a lot of things to insert the National Holiday into the service. We all wore red, white and blue, we sang pretty much every patriotic hymn in the hymnal, and we did the pledge of allegiance, as well as a pledge to the Christian flag and to the Bible. It also happened to be communion Sunday. It was a good chance to remember that we are lucky to live in a country that lets us worship freely.
While I was sitting around, I did a good bit of reading. The first book was A Death in Vienna by Daniel Silva. I have no idea why I ordered this one. But it came and so I read it. Looking back over my blog, I can see that in late 2003 I had decided not to read any more Baldacci. I also expressed my dislike of a book he wrote called The Confessor. However, I did like Split Second. Baldacci writes a pretty good spy novel. This one is about tracking down a Nazi war criminal. Of course, the war criminal was one that had been protected by the Catholic church. Can't resist another attempt to ride on the anti-catholicism novel wave.
The entire time I read the book, I felt like I might have read it before. Maybe it was just too similar to The Confessor. So, my advice... read one. Not both. Better yet, skip both and read Split Second. Then swear off Baldacci and try to remember you did.
The other book I read was Flashpoint by Suzanne Brockmann. The book is about undercover counterterrorism dudes who go to "Kazbekistan" to try to retrieve a dead guy's laptop. The laptop presumably has a terrorist organization's (that one...I just don't want it's name on my blog) plans for future attacks against the U.S. There's a love story woven all the way through it, as well as another story about the way some muslim countries treat their women. I could have done without all the foo foo love story stuff. I thought it was plenty enough story without it. I'd recommend the book if you are looking for a suspenseful book to read at the lake. Or beach. Or mountains. Whereever you go.
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