glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the fall of the angels preceded the fall of man It is 1:27 PM Sunday afternoon here in West Michigan. It is 71 degrees and sunny this afternoon. I got up this morning around 7:30 AM. When I came upstairs Carol was about to go for a morning walk. I got myself a cup of coffee and sat in our dining room with the goal of waking up. I had already gotten out of my Study my clip board wherein I write my paper diary on and a book to read for devotions. This morning I read till 11:30 AM from the third volume of 'Theoretical-Practical Theology-The Work of God and the Fall of Man' by Petrus Van Mastricht. Carol left for church around 9:40 AM this morning. I spent the morning reading Dutch Reformed Theology and writing in my paper diary. Around 11:30 AM I took a break and went outside to put clean water in the bird bath and then to chop some weeds in my Wild Flower Garden. So Time has gone by. Carol is taking a nap and I am thinking of reading some more of a book I started reading last night titled, 'Uncovering The Sixties: The Life And Times Of The Underground Press' by Abe Peck. I also read last night before going to bed, 'The Silentiary' A Novel by Antonio De Benedetto Translated from the Spanish by Esther Allen. I did finish reading yesterday the novel, 'Dogs of God' by Pinckney Benedict. This novel ended with a lot of blood and horror. A quote from an online review of the novel, 'Dogs of God' by Pinckney Benedict- "In this taut, muscular thriller set in contemporary rural West Virginia, short-story writer Benedict ( The Wrecking Yard ) hurtles the reader toward a chillingly apocalyptic climax replete with high-tech weaponry and old-fashioned treachery. Peopled with an assortment of New South grotesques, the story centers on Goody, a young bare-fisted fighter new to the neighborhood, and Tannhauser, a deranged, 12-fingered backwoods drug lord with a penchant for sadism. They and a host of other odd, not to say perverse, characters are memorably portrayed, due in large part to Benedict's deft use of multiple points of view. The down-at-the-heels atmosphere of the backwoods South is also convincing; the region's tattered history reposes in the land, and the characters both literally and figuratively stumble through it, bumbling onto an overgrown confederate cemetery, an eerie abandoned resort and subterranean, prehistoric chambers as they move toward their inevitable appointment with destiny. Benedict portrays Goody's loss of innocence and painful acquisition of wisdom in prose laced with Appalachian figures of speech, the down-home rhythms of ridge-runner dialect and an undercurrent of menacing violence. A few of the plot elements seem contrived (all dispensable characters neatly kill each other off), and the fates of several compelling characters are left up in the air, but by and large this is an ambitious and skillful literary thriller, not to mention a rip-roaring read" So we are in the last days of June 2022. Next Sunday it will be July the 3rd in the flow of Time. I am tired so I will close to wait. "[6] And the angels which kept not their first estate, but left their own habitation, he hath reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day." Jude 6 1:52 p.m. - 2022-06-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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