On the reading of books

I got a new book out of the library yesterday. They have a display by the door, themed according to season or the librarian’s whim, new releases or just books to highlight. Please, somebody check me out and read me, they say. I swept my arm along the row and took the whole lot.

Not really, just three.

One of them looks brand new, never read, pristine. It is thick, easily four hundred pages. Maybe more, I haven’t checked to be certain. If I do, I might read the end, because I do that to books sometimes. I prefer paperbacks as they are easier to hold up in bed, and they hurt less when they inevitably crash down towards my head as my eyelids struggle to stay open.

Besides, I am one of those people: book manglers. Hardcovers don’t mangle as easily. I dog ear pages, and I (God forbid) crack spines.

This book is pristine; I feel bad for it, being the first person to read it. I am struggling to hold the left side down with my plate over lunch, it’s that thick. A few pages in, I am hooked. I try and remember to take it upstairs for bedtime. I read faster, skimming, to get further into the story before my lunch is finished and it’s back to work time (or blogging, yes).

Alas, I turn the page and see it: a dog-ear. Someone has been here before me. The next page has words carefully underlined. Invigorating, convalescent, effervescent, efficacious, elixir, expectantly, epigrams. I wonder, why are these words in particular underlined, and not ones on previous pages? Why invigorating and expectantly, fairly common words? The previous reader seems to have gone no further, exhausted by the vowels and consonants lined up in unfamiliar arrangements.

My lunch is done. I put the book down mid-stream but satisfied. There will be much spine-cracking this evening with far less guilt involved. The book will eventually return, a little worse for wear, but letting other patrons know, I have been read. Read me.

Stuffing in as much as possible

First off, y’all gotta go look at my mom’s blog where she’s been posting quilt pictures and food. I’d say it makes me long for home again, except I just got off the phone with her, so I’m full up for the week. 😉

My Mom: Best in Small Doses. (If you’re wondering, she’s probably cackling loudly over that right this second.)

To pick up where we left off in the sage of my life –

Wednesday: Ron had called the internet install guy and asked if he could drop in and have a look at our wiring and talk about how much it would cost to move it so it comes directly into the office upstairs. He showed up right at lunch on a day Ron was at the office, took a hard look at everything, shaking his head and muttering, then I went to check on lunch. I come back and he has the entire thing disconnected and is moving it already. Why yes, I *was* right in the middle of mucking around in a client’s database. By the time he gets it all set up again (bang, thrash, pound) it won’t work on my computer. He gets his laptop hooked, checks the connection, gets it working for him to verify it’s up and running. He takes one look at our computer, says “It’s not Windows, can’t help ya.” and leaves.

So I had to wait until Ron got home, and he spent an hour getting it back up and running, where we discovered our router was toast and our IP adrress changed too. Then he had a client project to start that took from 8pm to 3am. (Wow, you really wanna work from home now, don’t you? 😀 )

Thursday: Emma and I went on a field trip to the Potato Museum, got home in time to make lunch. Then Ron and I went on a “date”. 😀 First, we picked up some books for Emma from Tree of Life. They are out in the middle of nowhere in a very nice spot, but really only a pleasant drive between my house and town. Great people, you should buy homeschooling books from them. I got books 1 through 3 of Draw Write Now.

In town, we picked up a new router and Ron picked out a desktop for him. We’re gonna need it. He asked about getting no operating system and they said sure. All they did was swap out the hard drive with an empty one.

When we got back, Emma and I spent a good solid hour drawing.

Friday: I worked. Ron put the second window in our bedroom, since it’s been cold at night and the old window by the head of our bed was chilly. It made a HUGE STINKING DIFFERENCE. Now we have all new windows on the North and East side of the upstairs of our house.

It hasn’t been cold enugh to run the pellet stive all the time, but we have been using it to take the chill off the downstairs. We still get quite a bit of solar gain, and with the new windows in place, we’re retaining heat well.

That night, I finished up some work (two clients had server crashes, yay fun!) and we went to get groceries past 7:30pm on a Friday night. remind me never to do that again.

Saturday: I loaded up my car with a bunch of crap that thankfully was already set aside by my past self. (Yay for smart and lucid days!) I took myself down to the clubhouse/community hall where we were having a small community yard sale. I spent all darn day there and made maybe $30 at most. I came home with 3 empty boxes though, and I spent less than $10.

Also this week in Meaghan’s kitchen:

Seriously, I’m gonna hafta start freezing some of this stuff. I didn’t even count the peach jam and pear preserves, but that might have been last week.