It’s the third week of high school for my one still at home and the second week for my one in college. I think we are finally back to some order. While I love the dog days of summer, my soul savors some semblance of sanity that is called a schedule.
I know, I know…with that comes a different beast to slay, like running to practices, reports, school projects, packing lunches, washing uniforms, making sure homework is done (and turned in), and the never-ending school supplies you have to buy…mechanical or #2’s, ½ inch or 1 inch binders (and for the love of all the colors!), pronged or not, composition notebooks and loose-leaf paper…college ruled or fat lined…God help us all be kind to each other in the school supply section.
Even with all that, I love having a routine. Anybody else need that?
In the Library
Here’s what I read last month…
Unpacking Forgiveness by Chris Brauns had a different take on Biblical forgiveness that I’d not really thought about (and am still thinking about.) Not sure I completely agree with him on a couple of points but I like when I read things that challenge the way I’ve thought or been taught.
The Art of Memoir by Mary Karr was helpful in the area of honing my writing skills and how to handle stories that involve others. I’m practicing my “show don’t tell” skill so you feel like you’re there with me in the story. Bear with me dear reader as you are my guinea pigs.
Born a Crime by Trevor Noah is about a young man whose crime was to be born of a black mom and white dad in South Africa. I felt for him as he never felt like he fit in with either group.
The Woman in Cabin 10 by Ruth Ware was a great summer porch swing read (I would say beach read but since we didn’t go there…) Very Agatha Christy style with twists and turns and a surprise ending.
The Middle Place by Kelly Corrigan is the first but not the last memoir of hers I will read. Being between raising your own family and having aging parents can have its challenges. Throw in a breast cancer diagnosis and you have a mix of tears, laughter and love of all things family.
A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon is good so far! I’m about a third of the way in and if I could stay up like I used to and read at night. But the older I get… 🙂
Here’s what I’ll be reading in September…
We recently watched The Great American Read on PBS (love this station!) and mentioned it to my oldest daughter who then did a spread sheet to see who in our family has read what of the 100 books they talked about, which then turned into a book club. So we will read those that no one has read. Catch-22 is on the docket for our first read together.
I need to read some of the ones others have already read mostly because I’m behind and feel like a stone. It has nothing to do with being competitive and that everyone is reading fast and marking X’s in their boxes. Nope. Not at all competitive.
In the Garden
I’m beginning to understand the demise Mr. McGregor had for Peter Rabbit. Half eaten green beans, pumpkin flower blooms, lettuce…you name it…it gets eaten…unless it’s a weed.
The weeds are winning the war you guys! One day I had things under control and then, just like that, you could lose a small human in parts of my garden! Why can’t the dumb bunny eat the weeds instead of the good stuff? Maybe he’s using it for cover…
My Grandpappy used to sit in a metal lawn chair in his baggy-worn jeans and tank top undershirt, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, holding a 22, watching, waiting. A bunny would come along and he’d say, Go on little bunny, damn-it, I don’t want to have to shoot ya! It wouldn’t move. Then pew pew…bunny stew.
So don’t mind me if you see me sitting out by the garden…
In the Weeds
Here are some questions/thoughts I’ve been working through when I’m out weeding:
In a world where big and loud get center stage, do you ever feel unseen?
Are we afraid to love our neighbor (people different than us) because we fear LOVING=AGREEING. Can we not have differences of opinions and still show love and compassion towards each other?
Life can’t be all about the sweetness of honey. Sometimes it takes a sting to get to the sweet.
Sometimes life doesn’t seem fair. Good people get cancer. Locusts destroy whatever’s in their path, pat their full bellies and belch without saying excuse me. Some prodigals’ return and some take longer to come home. In every situation God is good. God is faithful. God is trustworthy. He’s keeps showing me. I keep learning like I’ve never heard of this before. Is there such a thing as spiritual Alzheimer’s?
Gosh, I could go on with my thoughts (that’s scary!) but for now that’s a sneak peek of what you may read about. Did anything peak your interest?