Not sure if Wordless Wednesday is still a thing, but I'm going to start posting pics I've taken on Wednesday - on both this blog and my personal. I like to pretend I'm a photographer, and every once in a while I get a good picture. So with no further words (feel free to comment!):
I know that the longer I put off posting on any of my blogs, the harder it will be to post after that. 'Well, it's been soooo long! What do I say? Do I apologize? Is anyone still there?' So here goes nothing, throwing words out into the vastness of cyberspace on the chance that someone is still out there waiting for a new post.
The past few months (I'm not going to count them!) have been filled with work. There have been many 12 hours shifts, many weekend shifts that have left me with only one day to catch up on everything I slacked off on during the week, and even a couple weekends which I had to work both days. But the paychecks have been worth it, so there's that much. I do apologize for how long I've neglected this blog and my own, but I hope that all readers will be understanding.
The music video I posted above is completely random, although it is one of my favorite songs. Probably the only one by Disturbed that I truly like (no offence, just not my style). I hope that you enjoy it; either way don't be afraid to share your thoughts about it in the comment section.
Going to keep this short, because since I'm actually on my computer I'd like to get some writing done. Or at the very least some proofing of what I've already written. It's been a while since I've tried.
How is it Thanksgiving again? Didn't we just have the Fourth of July?
But no, as I walk my dog and view the few lingering yellow maple leaves on the neighbor's tree mixing with wet snow from Saturday night, the chill winds cut through my hoodie and my feet mourn the fact that I have shoes on instead of flip flops. The weather suddenly agrees that it's November. (It was 68F when I went into work Saturday afternoon and it dropped to 35F in 8 hours!)
At the beginning of this writing, I wasn't even sure where I would be spending this Thursday. Hubby and I had invites from both sides of our family. One is maybe a half hour drive, the other nearly three. Regardless of our differences, I wish that we all lived closer. Maybe I can talk my father-in-law into building a family commune on his property to house the main characters??? I might ask him someday just to see the look on his face before he exclaims, "No!"
And the decision was made Monday to go north on a three hour drive. It will be longer for us as we'll be picking up my mom and another early Thursday morning. Into snowy territory. Anything for family, right?
Wherever you end up this Thursday, may your day be a good one filled with cheer. Happy Thanksgiving.
And I'll try not to be such a stranger from here on out. If you want to know what I've been up to these past few months, you can check it out here. Nothing very adventurous really, just life.
My brother, who lives at home with our mother, commented to me a few weeks ago how he's been trying to get someone, anyone, to clean off some bookshelves in the hallway so that he can lay down new carpet and have more room to travel the hallway. He wears an artificial leg and having the bookshelves in the hallway makes it a tight navigation. If it wasn't done by the time he was ready, he was just going to risk mother's ire and just throw everything out.
Can't have that now can we?
So this weekend I went through all the books on the small antique bookshelf and sorted them out. It has to be antique; we've had it since as long as I can remember and I turn 40 in a matter of weeks!
Rather busting at the seams don't you think?
Now, I ask you: does it really look like I needed to bring more books home? My bookshelf pictured to the right does not hold all my books even though it is packed, with books stacked on top of books. I have books scattered throughout the house, some sitting on my desk, some in the bedroom. I've been saying for years that I need to weed out my books, but I keep putting it off. Someday, someday. Although I will note here, that as I was discussing this with Mr. Janney - who thinks it's all rather funny that I came home with more books - he did say that one of the things he wishes to make for me is a better bookshelf, he's just not sure where to put it yet.
The scary part is, I haven't told our mother what I've done yet. She wasn't even home as she's been away visiting her sister. I messaged my own sister and another brother to let them know that there were books at mom's that they needed to go through, I added the 'they'll be thrown out soon' threat just to motivate them. Either way, Mother will be coming home to two small stacks of books that she can go through and make her own decisions about.
Sadly, I had to throw some of the books away. There were a few that somehow had water damage to them. Not a little damage either. And some of them had been worm food (I really, really, really hope I didn't bring any of them home with me!!!) And a couple were badly outdated. Like the computer book from 1990!! One of the pictures in it featured an old dot matrix printer!! I'm not sure where it came from, it sort of looked like a college book but may have just been a book we picked up at a yard sale. I didn't go to college until 1994 and the book would have been outdated even by then. Part of me wanted to keep it as a conversation piece, but I honestly don't have the energy for that.
It was an interesting bit of conversation time with my brother. I came across The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and he exclaimed, 'That's a good book. The boys need to read that.' (He has 3) Whereas I - can't even remember if I've read the book in it's entirety. And The Red Badge of Courage; I know I've never read that one and he has. Apparently one of the reading classes he was placed in during middle school read a bunch of classics that year. He told me he was thinking about reading Shakespeare (and maybe Dickens since he quoted one of the lines from A Tale of Two Cities) and wanted to know if I thought it was worth it. Wellllllll, I liked Hamlet and Merchant of Venice was ok. At one point he said to me, 'How is it we've collected all these books over the years, but we don't have one copy of Moby Dick?' Another book on his wish list to read. Uhm, not sure.
Some of the books turned out to be mine anyway, which I'm not sure how I lost track of them but it happens. Like the one book I was looking for when I was clearing the shelves off; Job's Niece. I have no idea where it could have went to. And then brother tells me there are boxes of books out in the shed.
Well, that's a project for later.
In the meantime, I have to figure out what to do with the three little shopping bags of books I brought home. Although to be honest, it's more like two and a half since there was a small plastic box of recipe cards in the one bag. When I pulled them out and looked at them, I said, 'Hey, I think these are mine!' I collect recipes just like I collect books!
And I just got done talking with my mother about all this and she was okay with it. Whew! At least I'm not in trouble with mom or hubby then!
I might write about the different books as I read them, some of them are old. We'll see! I have to get done with the Harry Potter series first, I'm on The Half-Blood Prince.
How many of you are like me? More books than space? But it doesn't stop you from bringing home more? Have you read all the classics or like me, are you more 'hit and miss'?