what I'm reading

Books I've read over the last week or so:
The Court of the Air by Stephen Hunt.
The Perfect Poison by Amanda Quick.
Complete Fairy Tales of Oscar Wilde.
Edge of Hunger by Rhiannon Byrd.
Nauti Intentions by Lora Leigh.
You're So Vein by Christine Warren.
Beyond Heaving Bosoms by Sarah Wendell and Candy Tan.
The Immortal Hunter by Lynsay Sands.

I'm trying to decide which book to start next. The Scarlet Pimpernel, Time Enough for Love (Heinlein, not a romance) or The Difference Engine. Hmmm...

As close as I get to religion most days

Orison

Bright Lady, hear me
fill me with Your love
banish the chill from my soul
Bless me with the warmth of Your embrace
Mother, I have need of Your bounty
Grandmother, grant me Your wisdom
Maiden, impart t0 me Your courage
Sweet Goddess, heed my pleas
lend Your ears to my prayer
Your child wails in darkness
Grant me the light of Your presence.

An occaison where sloth could be seen as a virtue

'cause it means I'm too damned lazy to strangle someone until their eyeballs pop out and bounce around like Ping-Pong balls.

Greed:	Low
Gluttony:	Medium
Wrath:	Very High
Sloth:	High
Envy:	Very Low
Lust:	Medium
Pride:	Medium

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Okay, now I get it

Since things have started to edge back to normal (I'm back to only working 10 hours a day, six days a week) I've been able to catch up on some reading. Not that it made a dent in my TBR pile. BL decided my reward for busting ass and working waaay too much was to give me all the books I'd squirreled away (to buy eventually, I have to budget these things). I tried to say no, I really did, mostly because I didn't think she knew just how many books I'd set aside. She didn't care. Which means a big bag and a small box came home. The fact that lots of the books are used really didn't make a difference either. I was a little concerned since this time most of the used books I'd set aside were kinda pricey. She didn't care, she told me to take them home. And while I feel a tiny (very tiny) bit guilty, the guilt is mostly off-set by the satisfaction of knowing I now own all of the Travis McGee series, most of it in the early Fawcett editions. In very good to fine condition. Not something most people would get excited about, but then again non-collecting readers mystify me on my best days.

So, like I don't already have plenty to read (and re-read in the case of the MacDonald's), I picked up a used copy of Twilight tonight before I left work. I'd intended to finally get around to reading Stephenie Meyer's first book while getting an oil change tomorrow. Unfortunately, that's not gonna work so well. After I finished Casey Daniels' Night of the Loving Dead (not bad, the ending was a bit of a disappointment because it was too damned easy, but cute series and great light reading) I thought I'd pick up Twilight and read a few chapters before heading to bed. Aaannndd...
I finished the book. Yep, read the whole thing in just under 3 hours. And enjoyed it, way more than I expected to. I thought I'd get irritated, since the main character, Bella, is about 20 years younger than me. I liked her though, she was funny, quirky (her reactions were) and oh god do I sympathize with her klutziness. I can't walk across a room most days with out tripping over, bumping into or bouncing off something. I also liked how she sees herself as just so very ordinary and is so shocked when others don't.
So, now I get it. I promise I'm not turning into a squee-ing fan girl, if that were possible I'd have done it over Shiloh Walker's Hunters series. But I certainly enjoyed the books and understand why so many customers have recommended the series. I'll get around to the rest of the books sooner or later, I'm limiting my ration of angst this week. But the next 3 are definitely on my shopping list.

My favorite line from the book: "I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly." Yes, I laughed. And thought of Pitbull and Wench. And gasoline chaps.

oh god i am tired.

inside of my forearms looks like someone whipped me with bridal wreath switches. upper arms and legs are bruised up. my back feels like someone kicked me and my shoulders are one giant knot. even my hair is tired.
yep, it's moving day at the BookNook. Pitbull and I started packing boxes about 1130, BL and family came about 2 pm. 5 adults and 5 kids. The 3 male types loaded the truck while the women packed. Moved 3 truck loads over to the new location. After the 3rd, we all trooped over to the new place and started unloading boxes and bags and shelving. didn't leave the new place until after 7 pm. I started work about 930 this morning, cleaning out 2 storage areas and a hallway and moving display racks. and tomorrow we do it all over again, starting about 830 am.
i've scraped up the energy to shower and wash a few loads of clothes but now i hear the bed calling me.
at least i get to take a couple hours off tomorrow, going with Pitbull to BR. she's getting a new tattoo. and i'm getting food from Caliente. that's all the incentive i need to start work early.

ps - BL starting calling me "General" about 3 hours in. By the end the whole group was calling me "Commander" - yep, i was bossing around the owners. one of the kids said i worked them like rented mules. *grin*

My new pretty

New tattoo - finally! I've been procrastinating, then made the appointment. First time I showed up, Inkman didn't have power. Soo, rescheduled for today. Got there about 2 didn't leave till 5ish. The guy, btw, is a total sweetheart. At one point I had to tell him "Wait, let me stop giggling!" And of course, he does incredibly awesome work. He said he'd make my butterfly look like it could flutter its wings and fly away. And dammit, he did.
Toward the end, he somehow dripped some ink on me. I hear him say "Hang on, I've dripped all over your back." Before I even started laughing, he said "Stop that! Dirty minded!" Pitbull said he was grinning and twinkling too. He told me he knew I was gonna laugh as soon as he said it. Considering everything else that had come out of my or Pitbull's mouth by that point, I'm sure he wasn't too surprised. (The remarks about how/why I could smoke a cigarette so fast were fairly typical me.) Anyway, I'm thrilled, in case you can't tell.

Slightly strange day though. After getting this done, we headed back for the store. I changed clothes, picked up my car and headed for the funeral home for Uncle George's wake. Well, second wake, I didn't make the first one and I'm gonna miss the funeral tomorrow. No way I could not make an appearance, especially given how much I loved the man. So I went, and of course everydamnbody just had to hug me and try to pat my back. I lost count of how many times I said "Don't pat my back" but it was way too many. I didn't really feel like explaining why to most people so I just said my back was really really sore. (Small town in the South, everybody will mind your business and give you their unsolicited opinions) I did tell my dad why and showed him the pic from my phone. His reaction? He rolled his eyes, shook his head and then took a closer look at the pic. Told me it was beautiful and he was glad I was happy.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest

I sit here staring at this screen, wondering how to find the words to express how very sad I am, knowing that no matter which words I choose, none will even come close to describing the true measure of loss I and many others feel at this moment.

A very wonderful man died yesterday. As a child, I called him Uncle George and have continued to do so occaisonally as an adult. Uncle George was co-owner of a local funeral home, started by his father and uncle, continued by George, his brother and his children. In a small Southern town, this means he touched the lives of nearly every person to live here in the last 65 years. I don't know many people in this area who, upon hearing his name, didn't recognize it and usually have a story to tell. George was a truly amazing person. Always ready with a smile and hug for someone who needed it, he provided support and caring at one of the most difficult times in our lives. George and his family handled Shadow's final arrangements and gave me the love and encouragement I desperately needed.
I don't think George, or anyone in his family, ever saw what they do as just a job. For them, it seems to be more of a calling, an outpouring of compassion and an example of what is truly meant by "a generous heart."
I know his family is grieving, hurt more deeply than I am. My heart breaks for all of them, the son who was my childhood playmate, the daughter whose friendship I cherish as an adult. His wife and other children, who I admire and respect. All of them, my tears are more for them than for myself. George's passing leaves a hole in this town, one that can never be filled. I know that it is much deeper for them.
I've copied something over to include here which made me cry and smile (the bolding is mine):

George asked for this special message to be shared in his obituary: “To all my friends, family, and loved ones: I was able to love because you let me love!! Spread it daily. Never let a day go by that you don’t tell someone who needs it that you love them. I am alright with my God. He knows my heart. I bet my life on Him. I ain’t worried. May that peace be all of yours. And never forget that service to humanity is the best work of life. And that today is the first day of the rest of your life.”

Those words are so very much how George lived, a small view of a large heart. So I sit, wiping tears, mourning the loss of such an incredible person. Sad to think that those who never met Uncle George will be denied the privilege and pleasure of his company. And I, who has not truly prayed in years, offer up a sincere prayer that God welcomes Uncle George with open arms and grants grace to his family. Rest in peace Uncle George, you will be missed by all of us.