Woe! It’s Wednesday

I’m tired. I hit the wall today and couldn’t get out of bed. I was able to wring out an extra hour but once my feet hit the floor it was full steam all day. Tomorrow promises to be more of the same.

How do we do this? Everything is good. Everything is important.

How do I deem Bible Study is more or less important than grocery shopping? If I can’t feed my family and husband, then I’m not much of a Christian.

How is laundry less or more important than vacuuming? We have to have clothes to wear but I don’t like my carpet to crunch when I walk on it and there are only so many hours in a day.

How is cuddling a newborn grandbaby more or less important than being there for someone else who is mourning a loss?

How?

It’s not a rhetorical question.

I really want to know.

Book Talk Tuesday

As if I didn’t have enough books backed up, I went and requested two from the library. One has a reeeaaallly long waiting list, so it’ll be awhile before I’m first in line. The second request was fulfilled pretty quickly. I picked up the book yesterday but haven’t had time to start it yet. I have one more review book to read then write the review and then I’ll be diving into:

 

I’ve heard good things about it and I’m looking forward to it. So are Jake and Harry. I promised to read parts aloud if I think it will interest them.

They enjoyed this video:

The Cutest Guilty Dog Ever

Woe! It’s Wednesday

Another month, another relative dies.

It’s hard not to be flip but it’s getting to be ridiculous. In the last year, my family has lost 3 uncles and 2 aunts.

Not to mention a goodly amount of friends.

My step-father’s brother died over the weekend. He hadn’t been in good health for a long time, so it wasn’t a total shock. But on the other hand, he’d been maintaining for years, so it’s not like the family was gathered around his bed waiting to say good-bye.

Dad didn’t get a phone call when the final stroke hit. He was told about 12 hours later. He lives less than 2 hours away. As soon as he got the call, he headed there but he didn’t make it before his brother was gone.

The privilege of saying good-bye should never be taken lightly. Not everyone gets closure.

Don’t let your thoughts and feelings go unspoken.

That’s Dad on the right, his brother and sister in 2008. Both his brother and sister are gone now. He has one brother left. My mom is the only child in her family of origin left.

The days are long but the years are short. Make them count.

Book Talk Tuesday

Besides the books I buy and the ones I get to review, I’ve also been downloading a few free books to my iPhone Kindle app. (How weird is it that probably a year ago, I wouldn’t have known what that phrase meant? And probably a few readers don’t know either…)

I’ve only purchased a very few books for the Kindle app. I do have a Kindle on my Amazon wish list. One of these days… in the meantime, I’ve read several of the free downloads and the iPhone is surprisingly easy to interface with as a reader.  I don’t hate it.

I don’t put books on there that I’m dying to read or that would be on the top of my To Be Read stack. But it’s nice to know I always have a book with me if I get stuck in line or something happens and I have time to kill.

I’m currently reading Just As I Am by Virginia Smith.

 

I’m really enjoying it. It was a free download so I “purchased” it. Then a friend just happened to recommend it and since I already had it on the phone, I started it next. I’m not far into it, but I’m liking it a lot. It may even get upgraded from “killing time reading” to “must read this book now” status.

Also read recently on my phone:

Listen by Rene Gutteridge. I liked this one a lot. It did move up from killing time to deliberate reading.

The Shop on Blossom Street by Debbie Macomber. Yep, I was soon reading it from the comfort of my couch.

I’m looking forward to reading more e-books.

Do I think they’ll replace the printed page?

Nope.

But will they find a place in the publishing landscape?

Oh, yeah.

Woe! It’s Wednesday

I’m writing with two dogs staring at me, one on either side.

It’s walk time, you see.

Dogs are such creatures of habit. They don’t know or care that I still have work to do. That they can wait a few minutes for me to post this.

They’re also good reminders of the importance of good habits. We brush our teeth at the same times every day. We (okay, I) drop my purse in the same spot every day, so I know where to find it. My keys are inside, in the same pocket, for the same reason.

I can live on autopilot, a creature propelled not by what I should do or want to, but simply out of inertia.

Why is it so hard to change a bad habit and so easy to fall out routine with a good habit? Skip brushing your teeth one night before bed, and test me. See if it’s not just a bit harder to brush the next night.

Now, they’re pawing at me. I have to go keep these creatures of habit in their safe rut.

Book Talk Tuesday

 

Over the weekend, I finished Liz Curtis Higg’s latest book, Mine is the Night.

   

 

The books are retellings of the biblical book of Ruth, set in Scotland in the mid-18th century.

The saga started with Here Burns My Candle. It’s the story of young Elisabeth Kerr, married to the faithless Donald. Faithless in more ways than one.

When Donald dies, Elisabeth may either return home to the highlands of Scotland, or stay with her mother-in-law and travel to a strange town and a new life. Mine Is The Night begins with their journey from Edinburgh to Lady Kerr’s home parish. Penniless widows, the women are forced to depend on the kindnesses of distant relatives, as well as Elisabeth’s skill with a needle.

I love how Liz takes a familiar tale and breathes new life into it with her characters. Even though we know the ending, I was still fearful something would keep Elisabeth from marrying Lord Jack Buchanan.

I enjoyed both these books, and am eager to hear what Liz is working on next.

Woe! It’s Wednesday

 

“Find your passion.”

“Follow your bliss.”

“Love what you do, and do what you love.”

I’m blessed that, for the most part, I’ve been able to do what I love. I was able to stay home with my children and educate them. I worked off and on, full-time and part-time. Now I work from home and I truly enjoy what I do.

But I’ve worked jobs I hated. That I had to grit my teeth to get through the day. I’ve had supervisors belittle me. I’ve had customers yell profanities at me. I know what it’s like out there in the “real” world.

Even though I enjoy what I do now, there are aspects to this job that I dislike. Even one or two I despise. I’m not good at all of it, all of the time. But I plug away.

Because that’s what you do.

You don’t quit a job after a couple of months because it’s no longer “fun.” If it puts food on the table and a roof over your head, that means it’s fun enough.

I’m tired of hearing people whine about how their job isn’t fulfilling. Either make it better or move on. But don’t stand there and point fingers and blame others for your own dissatisfaction with life.

Don’t forget, lots of people would love to trade places with you.

Count your blessings. Name them one by one.