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You know it’s been hot when you comment about it not being so bad out because it’s cooler than the day before. And it’s still 100 degrees.
Because I am a crazy person I got up and went yard-saleing this morning and ended up with a couple of dandy items. Last night over pizza and Dogma I asked Daniel if he wanted to get up early and go with me. He just stared at me. I think he was waiting for the punch line. Because he was SLEEPY and planned on sleeping as long as humanly possible on Saturday morning. Both of us probably got about 4 or 5 non-consecutive hours of sleep Thursday night due to our exciting meteor shower adventures. We actually DID make it out at 3am to watch! I was impressed with us. It was quite an adventure. We just hopped in the car and drove East looking for a field or open spot to pull into away from the city lights. We finally ended up in the driveway to a field with just enough space between the gate and the road for the car. I spread a blanket on the hood of the car and leaned back to enjoy.
Then Daniel heard a noise and saw a flash of white in the field about 3 feet in front of the car. I saw a flash of black. (Does black actually *flash*?) I’ll give you a moment to imagine we might be seeing lumbering through the weeds.
Daniel started flashing his phone in the direction of the disturbance trying to catch a glimpse of what he thought was a cute little bunny. I on the other hand was grasping at every ounce of willpower I could muster to NOT scurry up onto the tippity top of the car. Because bunnies don’t lumber. You know what’s black and white and lumbers? Stumped? Here is a little hint….
When I was pretty sure I could concentrate on anything other than being totally, completely still, I begged Daniel to stop flashing his phone at the dangerous little critter and to please.stop.talking. I just knew I was going to have to have to call in “Stanky” the next day. I don’t actually get any personal or vacation days until October when I’ve been there 6 months but I’m pretty sure I could have gotten a free pass on that one.
Thankfully, Pepe Le Pew kept going on his/her merry jaunt through the pasture and I was able to go to work the next morning. Sleep-deprived but not in need of a tomato bath.
I finished up The Fiery Cross two days ago and still haven’t cracked open Blue Like Jazz. But I have carried it around with me in case I find some free time to start reading on my lunch break or something. Except I keep either working through my lunch break or I’m busy trying to write a Sunday School lesson plan for this weekend. (I SWEAR I’ll get it done tomorrow, Grace!)
The problem is that my normally very uneventful life got very eventful at the last minute this week! Yesterday a friend needed a girly night out so her husband set us up on a chick-date. Nice husband! So I picked her up after work and we had a delicious dinner and some drinks and lots of laughs. Thanks, Ness for not judging me for bringing up the Duggars about 15 times throughout the night. They’re like Kevin Bacon! They relate to EVERYTHING! And I’m only a little bit ashamed.
I had a little party today after work with the ladies from work which was hoot. PLUS Tuesday another friend said she wanted to go see South Pacific at RLT tonight but didn’t want to go alone so she was all “I’m buying two tickets and you’re coming!” I take adult tap and jazz (one of the multitude of hobbies I’ll get into later) from her and have done a few shows with her at RLT so we had a fantastic evening seeing our friends perform in a GREAT show. And now I’m home and I said I was going to sleep half an hour ago but I’m writing instead. Even though it’s 10 till midnight and I’m getting up around 3am with my boyfriend to go see the meteor shower! We’re nuts but I love this meteor shower. Church camp was always the first week in August so sometimes I would get to see it from the car in the drive on the way home and I have always remembered that.
I’m probably not making any sense because I’m completely EXHAUSTED and I’m not checking this for any grammar mistakes before I post it or adding any links so there. The plan had been to go camping tomorrow night but it’s supposed to be 103 in Devil’s Den tomorrow and down to 74 as a low which means it would feel about 90 when we tried to go to sleep in a hot hot tent, I’m sure. So I think I’ll try to get some projects done and get started reading instead.
Have a great Friday!
I have a book problem. I don’t so much read books as devour them. I relish an afternoon this used book shop:
(Photo from Abebooks.com)
Digging through these treasures:
(Photo from Green AR by the Day)
But I also have one little quirk. Yup. Just the one. No others. Why are you looking at me like that? STOP STARING! And pointing. And laughing. Fine. One of my many, many quirks has to do with books. I get very attached to books that I love and sometimes I find myself falling into the habit of jealously guarding my reading time and reserving it for books with which I’ve already made friends. Old, dear friends. They’re practically family. They might even be who I leave my hypothetical future children to in my will. I’m serious (except for the inanimate object as beneficiaries part). I am deeply attached to some of my books. I’m on my second set of the Anne Series (I wore out the first set).
Incidentally, I was going to link that to a certain official website, but then I realized they are all proud of the 3rd movie they did a few years ago called Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story and decided that they do not deserve the added traffic. Because the movie behind the DVD cover you see below? Biggest travesty ever inflicted upon literature. I’m not exaggerating. I would
kind of very much like to punch Kevin Sullivan right in the throat for that one. And I’m not really a violent person. OK, so maybe I wouldn’t punch him for real, but I dream of meeting him someday, looking him in the eye and saying to him “You, sir, should be very, VERY ashamed of yourself,” and walking away. That would be delectable, but it wouldn’t wipe this piece of trash from existence:
Ugh….just looking at it makes me angry.
But I digress. Someday I will definitely write a little something about how L.M. Montgomery and Anne Shirley changed my life. That little something might take you a few days to read so you should probably bring a snack. For today I’ll just leave it at “I take my books and the characters within their pages very much to heart.” Hopefully that gives a pretty good idea of how I feel about my books. And now we finally get to my little problem with them.
Sometimes I get all wound up with rereading my old favorites and stop reading anything new for weeks. Months. Probably not years though. I mean, come on, let’s be reasonable. The problem with me rereading all my old favorites is that I have a bit of a penchant for series’. Because I get so attached to the characters I don’t like to say goodbye to them after one book. So I love me some series’. The more books on the list the better. The problem being that rereading each series at least once a year takes up a lot of time. Even when I’m reading several books at once. Right now I have one in the living room, two on my nightstand, one at my boyfriend’s house and one in my car. Only two of those are new books. So I have a new plan. A plan that sort of scares me.
I’m not going to read anything that I have already read for the next 6 months.
I started to make it a year but I almost had a panic attack just contemplating the very idea of not getting to read the Little House books in a nice hot bubble bath for a whole 365 days. 525,600 minutes! Oh dear, that gives me the vapors! Maybe I’ll get brave later and make it a whole year but for now that’s a little too daunting.
In order to make sure I stick to it I’ll keep track of my reading list here and post my reviews of all of the books I read. So if you have any suggestions let me know!
FIRST I have to finish the book I’m re-reading for probably about the 11th or 12th time; The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. I LOVE this series. It’s sort of historical fiction/sci-fi/romance. Once that is placed lovingly back in it’s space on the bookshelf I will dig into Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller.