Wildlife: The Blue Heron was perched on our log as we went outside to plant our annuals in the flower boxes last Saturday. He flew off to the other side of Middle Foy's Lake, but was still in sight for several hours.



Visit: A Tale of Two Movies

Weather: Alternate rain and sunshine -- perfect planting weather.

Charity Alert: The Children's Health Site, and five other clickable charities.

Media Watch: Maybe they should have called it YOMAMMA'S DAY -- There was all sorts of odd programming on satellite television related to aspects of motherhood. CBS Sunday Morning had a segment on "Mom-Rockers," highlighting songs like Eat Your Damn Spagetti. CBS also showed a new prime-time bio-pic about Elvis Presley, which included an actress playing his mother Grace. Her death, occuring just after he was stationed in Germany, was certainly an emotional blow to him, and he had to go through it in public. He probably never got the time, or had the occasion to fully resolve all of his issues with her, which is sad. He never played to his adoring fans across the Atlantic Ocean either, which was unfortunate. But was his NOYB image as a "mama's boy" the only cold reason AMC ran mostly crummy Elvis films Sunday? There were also ugly things like Die Mommie Die, Mildred Pierce, (with Joan Crawford, the meanest mother of all) Madame X, Imitation of Life, and other pseudo-Freudian maternal horror shows.
The C.S. Lewis Hoax (1988) by Kathryn Lindskoog makes a pretty good case against Walter Hooper, the smarmy self-serving promoter who works as primary editor for literary executor Owen Barfield's C.S. Lewis, Private Trade Entity Limited. The rancor continues between her and Hooper:
Holy War in the Shadowlands
She has been wrong about some literary items, but she has successfully busted Hooper on some of his phony tales and claims, and his unhealthy usurpation of Jack Lewis' legacy.
(BTW, I know that the characters of Joy and Jack in Shadowlands are NOT reflective of the actual Davidson and Lewis.)
You can join in the arguement if you wish, but I'd suggest just plain reading C.S. Lewis' works published before 1963. My favorite novel of his is Till We Have Faces.
Tolkien fans, like me, are eternally grateful to him for keeping his sometimes-dispirited friend 'Tollers' working on Lord of the Rings until it was complete, and helping to line up appreciative critics to aid the published book in reaching it's audience.
Other good reads by Lewis include: Out of the Silent Planet, Perelandra, and Lion, Witch, and the Wardrobe. (I can't say the same for the other Narnia books.)