Friday, October 07, 2005
Between Reading
That current reading list is an utter lie. War and Peace, it's on the shelf for now. I love it but the length was just becoming a frustration. Maybe if they had W&P reading groups, where we could all trudge along together. Same thing goes for Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell. I love both books. They are wonderful, but also far too big to take anywhere. Thus the long reading is made even longer.
So I am between books for now. I think it is a good thing, because ... well for no reason except that it feels nice to have no anchors on my mind, if you'll excuse the rough analogy. I think I might just wait for a book to come along. There are some that are still waiting to be read, like Mere Christianity (CS Lewis), but maybe a book will just come naturally. It's been known to happen. If nothing else then maybe someone will suggest something. Because I am out of ideas (not really) and tired of thinking about it(really).
Is blogging, when you are not a writer extraordinaire, so awful? It seems to have attracted some negative connotations along the way. I don't list who has done what to whom and this is the new that, but I don't exactly add to the would-be silence with what I have to say either. Oh well. I like that I can write whatever I like and use way too many commas. There are just times when I need to ramble and this way it helps the few of you know what is going on in my head. It's good for the long-distance thing.
But other people's heads is a whole 'nother story. Today was blustery and fun, but it left my hair more tangled than usual so I put it in braids when I got to work. I'm used to the occasional perverse innuendo, and moreso from the people who work with me(but with more friendly intentions than not). However there is something about 'pigtails' that brings out something awful in middle aged men. Really disturbing. I heard far more about the benefits of looking like Pippi than I ever cared to know. Braids are convenient, but I wonder if they are worth it.
And Walmart is not the best place to try and wait out a storm. I walked around energetically for twenty minutes longer than I should have trying to squish the water out of my shoes. Only to run through a puddle. I did realize, though, that I've never been in the toy section. Or the Music. Or the Movies. Or pretty much anywhere that isn't food or shampoo. I never hang around Walmart very long. In fact I tend to avoid it. Therefore I haven't seen most of the store. And they don't carry the sewing machine I want. At least I didn't see it there.
G'nite. -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 7.10.05 ) .
That current reading list is an utter lie. War and Peace, it's on the shelf for now. I love it but the length was just becoming a frustration. Maybe if they had W&P reading groups, where we could all trudge along together. Same thing goes for Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell. I love both books. They are wonderful, but also far too big to take anywhere. Thus the long reading is made even longer.
So I am between books for now. I think it is a good thing, because ... well for no reason except that it feels nice to have no anchors on my mind, if you'll excuse the rough analogy. I think I might just wait for a book to come along. There are some that are still waiting to be read, like Mere Christianity (CS Lewis), but maybe a book will just come naturally. It's been known to happen. If nothing else then maybe someone will suggest something. Because I am out of ideas (not really) and tired of thinking about it(really).
Is blogging, when you are not a writer extraordinaire, so awful? It seems to have attracted some negative connotations along the way. I don't list who has done what to whom and this is the new that, but I don't exactly add to the would-be silence with what I have to say either. Oh well. I like that I can write whatever I like and use way too many commas. There are just times when I need to ramble and this way it helps the few of you know what is going on in my head. It's good for the long-distance thing.
But other people's heads is a whole 'nother story. Today was blustery and fun, but it left my hair more tangled than usual so I put it in braids when I got to work. I'm used to the occasional perverse innuendo, and moreso from the people who work with me(but with more friendly intentions than not). However there is something about 'pigtails' that brings out something awful in middle aged men. Really disturbing. I heard far more about the benefits of looking like Pippi than I ever cared to know. Braids are convenient, but I wonder if they are worth it.
And Walmart is not the best place to try and wait out a storm. I walked around energetically for twenty minutes longer than I should have trying to squish the water out of my shoes. Only to run through a puddle. I did realize, though, that I've never been in the toy section. Or the Music. Or the Movies. Or pretty much anywhere that isn't food or shampoo. I never hang around Walmart very long. In fact I tend to avoid it. Therefore I haven't seen most of the store. And they don't carry the sewing machine I want. At least I didn't see it there.
G'nite. -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 7.10.05 ) .