Books, Books, Books

It’s a well established fact that I am a nerd. An exceptionally booky nerd. A nerd with a massive appetite for the written word.

Right now, I’m in the middle of reading four books –

Sense and Sensibility, by Jane Austen

Everyday Zen: Love & Work by Charlotte Jojo Beck (my dad recommended and loaned this one to me)

Jaywalking with the Irish by David Monagan


Foods to Fight Cancer by Richard Believeau, Ph.D. and Denis Gingras, Ph.D.

Maybe I should just try to finish one.

Or maybe I should pick up some fluffy summer read and add it to the pile.

Or maybe I should stop blogging, and open one of them.

OR I could just embrace the insanity and join a book club, too.

Anyway, they’re all pretty decent so far, and I recommend them all.  I just wish I had one more bookmark.  This is why people keep giving me their business cards, though, right?

Happy Arbor Day!

I’m working from home, so while I’m sitting here downloading delivery reports, and writing up my weekly notes, I’ve got Martha Stewart going in the background.    I’m watching Martha, because of a newsletter I get from one of my favorite new author’s Josh Kilmer-Purcell.    Yesterday, he let the cat out of the bag that his partner is Dr. Brent who does a regular part on Martha’s show.   So, I’m tuning in today to see a segment involving their goats, and natural soap made from goat milk.

Anyway, Martha devoted the first part of her show to Arbor Day, which is today.  I love Arbor Day.  When I was a kid, my dad used to always plant at least one tree, usually fruit bearing, in our yard.  I miss that.  And you all know I’m hippie.   Unfortunately, I’m a hippie in a studio apartment.

So I have a favor to ask.     Can someone plant a tree for me?   Or, if you know of some organization that I could donate to so that they could plant a tree for me somewhere, that would be awesome.

I want more trees in the world, even though I’ll just end up being allergic to them anyway.

Reason #53 Why Living Alone Sucks

I’ve been living alone for almost six months now. I’m still not used to it. Living alone wasn’t really my choice, but I thought it was a temporary situation, so I decided I’d give it a shot. Now I’m here for at least another six months. I’m trying to be OK with it.

Sometimes I like it. I like when I know I could go somewhere else, or when there’s someone I can call or text if I feel lonely. I like having someone out there that I can reach out to, so I don’t feel like I’m in a vortex in this apartment all by myself. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to get trapped in here, and no one will notice. I know, rational, and all.

This afternoon, I’m working from home, and I just saw something that definitely makes it unlikable. I was sitting here, legs crossed, laptop, well, in my lap, and I was actually on the phone with my mom, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something out the window. I looked up, and there was a man’s head coming up over the gate outside. He popped up over the gate, looked at me, and jumped over and ran down walkway that runs along the side of my apartment. I jumped off the call with my mom, and called the apartment manager immediately. He said he was going to check it out.

I hate living here alone. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Stay out of my yard, creepazoids!

And where was my attack trained watch squirrel when I needed him???!!!??