Monday, January 23, 2017

Immediate book meme

Meme created by the Darwins, with additions by Simcha Fisher

What book are you reading now?

Total Money Makeover by Dave Ramsey. We actually have some money now thanks to a timely change in circumstances (I am being vague here because a certain person to whom I am married likes to keep his internet presence...absent) and Scott thinks Dave Ramsey is hilarious so I periodically refresh myself on his ideas as a way to rope my darling spouse into budgeting.

(We took Financial Peace University last year and since then have had running jokes along the lines of, "But if you took that and put it in a mutual fund...")

What book did you just finish?

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke. This was recommended to us by Tad and Cat's godmother. (They've got the same one because we're lazy.) READ THIS NOW so we can weep together over the fact that there is no sequel.

What book do you plan to read next?

Cruel Beauty by Rosamund Hodge. Melanie keeps mentioning others of her books on Facebook so I want to revisit Cruel Beauty and then read the rest.

This assumes I can make it to the library before my reserve gets sent back, which is by no means guaranteed.

What book do you keep meaning to finish?

Oh goodness, I don't know. Given the new baby, any book I started more than a few days ago will have been forgotten completely. My memory is terrible these days.

What book do you keep meaning to start?

Any kind of book. I miss the days when I considered myself a reader. Now I am lucky to finish a book or two per month. I would make some kind of resolution to read more but again, new baby, plus a three-year-old who likes to snatch books out of my hands and throw them just out of reach so that I have to disturb the nursing/sleeping baby in order to get them back.

What is your current reading trend?

Those click-bait articles on Facebook. You know, 21 Signs That Your Minor Ailment Is Actually Cancer and the like. It's terrible, but I do spend an awful lot of time scrolling aimlessly on my phone while the baby nurses/sleeps.

What are you reading out loud?

We're usually alternating between The Mitten by Jan Brett and But No Elephants by Jerry Smath. If Tad is particularly fussy at bedtime I will whip through some Sandra Boynton instead.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Mattering

In therapy lately one of the topics that keeps coming up is that I'm trying to learn how to treat myself as somebody who deserves to take up space (and not in the physical sense--though I could certainly write a blog post about being an obese woman who isn't on a diet. I'm not going to, but I could.)

I've figured out, over the years, that it doesn't work to shrink myself down to an automaton who gets things done efficiently and perfectly and who only ever asks for help in the form of delegation--to act like I don't need a teammate to help me brainstorm solutions, and I definitely don't need a friend or a lover looking out for my vague and squishy feelings.

Because of course I do. I need space for thoughts and feelings and imperfections and all the messy spilling-over bits that make me human.

It's not really a resolution  (New Year's or otherwise) because right now there's too much else going on to say that I'm going to exercise daily or get weekly alone time or whatever.

But it is possible to acknowledge, in big and small ways, that I matter. To throw a wrench in the machine that only runs if I never stop running it. To remember that being depressed and worn out and all that is a negative and not a necessity.

Today's small acknowledgement: Publishing a blog post that seems terribly rough drafty and imprecise. :p

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Metablogging

Jamie of Light and Momentary posted the other day about blogging like it's 2005.

I didn't blog at all in 2005 but back when this blog first started (in 2007) I certainly blogged a lot more than I do now. It was horrifyingly stupid drivel for the most part, but what does one expect of 18-year-olds?

Anyway, I would like to get back in the habit of posting more than once a month, even if it's just the horrifyingly stupid drivel of a 27-year-old. :p Plus I feel mom guilt that Cat hasn't had nearly as many obsessive documentary posts as her older brother. (She rolled over for the first time last week, little prodigy.)

So here we go.