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Sunshroom, Inception and Review of Die Trying By Lee Child

   Hey, everyone out there in civilization. Check out this mushroom that appears to have a tiny sun shining from it. If you look at its base, you'll see where it shoved through the dirt. I think I'll name this the 'sunshroom'. Sounds like a character from Plants vs, Zombies.
    Yesterday we had the attack of the seed ticks when we walked in the woods. As long as you stay on the paths you are okay, but I stomped around the thick brush and wound up removing 16 of the tiny suckers from my anatomy.
      Yesterday evening we sat around the fire out in the back yard for a while. When we came in we watched a movie titled Inception with Leo DeCaprio. I didn't like it because they intentionally kept you confused for an hour or so. At length, I gave up on it. My wife said it got better towards the end and things were more clear. The concept of the movie was interesting. Leo plays a guy who has learned to invade and manipulate people's dreams. He likes to use this ability to make money, but his baggage prevents him from enjoying the cash. It seems that his wife was killed because of his bizarre occupation.
     I think it would be cool to be able to choose what we dream about. I have had some truly great dreams. If someone ever comes up with a device which will allow dream control they will be very wealthy.
    As far as invading someone's dreams, I have no interest in that. Wouldn't that be the last word in invasion of privacy? I find it abhorrent to read something which is private or to check up on people.
     I just finished the second Jack Reacher novel by Lee Child. The title is Die Trying. I would rate it as a solid 4 stars out of 5. Here's the recipe.
      Jack Reacher is an ex military policeman who is an expert in armed and unarmed combat. He is a good guy but he has a mean streak. Tired of the conventional life he is just out cruising America with no particular plans. He doesn't even drive a car for his travels. He just rides a bus or hitch-hikes. As Jack does a simple kind deed he gets involved in a kidnapping. He holds a door for a lady and picks up some clothes she drops. Then armed gunmen with masks kidnap her and take him along for the ride. If they only knew what kind of guy he was they would have left him there. The pair of abductees become friends during a lengthy van ride and subsequent incarceration. To Jack's surprise, the lady is an FBI agent and her Dad is the chairman of the joint chiefs of staff. They have been kidnapped by a militia group with an odd leader who is desirous of setting up his own country in what is now Montana. I know! Sounds a little wild, but you'll like it.
     Jack Reacher's captors soon learn that any thought of messing with him should have been stifled at inception. Nice tie in, huh? Now if I could just think of a way to tie the book review to the picture of the yellow mushroom I could say, "Goodnight from the green retreat and CE Wills."
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