En Medias Res

Another in-between we go. I want to talk about the past week/weekend with the kid here & climate change, but cannot yet as moving forward calls for more books to be reviewed in order to empty the large bookcase. The bookcase-headboard was cleaned out and is ready for exit, and I have started on the large bookcase in the dining area. These things will make it decidedly easier for the faux-wood floor and carpeting to be installed. They are scheduled for next week. I need to review the storage and boxes in the garage also, as that is where the bookcase and headboard will go. And those of course will not be easily addressed. No doubt larger areas of disarray will follow. *sigh* *heavy-heaves of sighs*

Meanwhile again, let us contemplate those things said that make us dig deeper into the psyche as we move forward and stay in the same place, which can never be in the same place. And there is no forward or backward either, as we well know, and as all of the fellows of Being tell us. Which again, can only be known if we already know them.

P.S. I thought I heard just then the warning calls of Jacob Gator. Jake was the conure-parrot who lived with me. He would issue his warning sound and the dog(s) would go running and barking for the door. He would tease with this sound and make the dogs and me quite crazy with all of the commotion. I loved him desperately, and do still.

At The Book Store

Or, the continuing saga of books with the eternal question: Do I have too many, or not enough? Or, on the road to the Simplified…

…So I made it to the 1/2 Price Bookstore. There I found a pleasant surprise in that the store buys books everyday and they do not limit the amount of books you can bring to sell. The books they do not buy are given to some charity. Or you can take them back of course. I was able to leave the cart of books there, and will be bringing the rest of the designated ones from home. It is a large bookstore and well organized so it’s very comfortable. There are chairs here and there, where you can sort through the books you have picked up while wandering through the aisles.

I made it out with only two books as a purchase. They are good finds and ones I have been thinking of pursuing. When all the accounts were settled I ended up owing only $2.49. (It is funny—costing me money when I have sold so many.)

I don’t even feel guilty.


These are the books I obtained from the book-sale day. Not too shabby. It could have been a great deal worse but I kept reminding myself that I was downsizing, cleaning out, simplifying.

And, there’s a great Italian restaurant just a few doors down. Now there I spent too much. But I was able to bring home the leftovers for the dog and cat. All in all, I’d say a success on the road to simplicity. And hope for the future.

A Horde Of Books

Today’s the day. I have two huge bags filled with books and they are going to the half-priced book store. I’m hoping to have some purchased from me. Of course there is always the danger of buying more to take home. Fingers crossed.

Paperbacks Plus Bookstore

Both photos posted by Bibliotech.

This poster has a comment to savor. And that may be part of the many reasons there are to gather books. Those that time graduates into a problem.

As I will be getting new tile and wood floors, I really do need, quite must, make things easier. And I do, really, want to simplify, downsize. Make clean and simple. And it will sparkle with white (off white, streaked) floors. Not only must some furniture depart, but the hoard of books must be trimmed.

This means to stop returning to those books scheduled for departure. I put the stacks together, then go through them again and pull many out. This goes on for days. I wonder how I could have possibly decided to put certain ones into a pile for removal. What indeed was I thinking?

Lord. I was thinking about Clean and Simple. Fresh and Open. Light and Easy. The saints of modern living. There ought to be a prayer for the strength to at least keep books in the departure stacks.

And today’s the day 100 or so are going away. They are in the car. I am driving to the book store. Dear Saint [*insert appropriate saint name*] please let me get them into the store and sold. Please. I’ll be good for the rest of my life if only I am granted this one petition. I promise.

Lessons of History


From History Books

Mrs. Lintott: “Now. How do you define history, Mr. Rudge?”
Rudge: “Can I speak freely, Miss? Without being hit?”
Mrs. Lintott: “I will protect you.”
Rudge: “How do I define history? It’s just one fucking thing after another.”

~Alan Bennett, The History Boys (2006)

What a wonderful room to get lost in. Right now though, I’m lost in the writing of words for the novel I’m working on.  BTW, I don’t think we learn anything from history. It seems to me that the human race just keeps making the same mistakes and the same wars over and over again. We never learn our lessons.

And that’s the waaaaaay things are.

From Notes While Reading & Talking & Eating

He left over and over. Kept leaving, trying on I think, the best tirade, the most emphatic, searching the core, the very essence of leaving. He did that. Yes. Over and over.
I finally left.

I know that I could completely transform my life if only I could live by water.

Trope and meme should be nominated “words for the 21st century.”

Isn’t it annoying when the star of a series is continuously discounted when in all of the previous episodes she’d been right? Just saying.

The One true story of the Myth of The Fall:
It was a grapefruit tree, not an apple tree, nor a pomegranate one. The reason is thus: having eaten of the grapefruit Adam said, Yuck! This is the worst fruit I’ve ever eaten. It is sour. What is this doing in Eden? Eve thus inspired went in search of sugar cane which she was soon to find, being picked in the horror of slaves and migrant workers who could not speak the language of Eden. To therefor sweeten his life and bring Joy to him, she return to Adam and gave it to him thusly: Use this for your Grapefruit and thereafter call it the Gratefruit as it will be sweet and forever palatable by disguising the sourness of life and the fact that a Heaven forever does become a Hell. And so, being easily led and owning a tendency to blame, Adam ate of the sugar from the sugarcane that was to sweeten his Grapefruit. It was thus that he and all of humankind were cast out of Eden (Story sound familiar? Do we know of anyone else being kicked out?) and forever were to be cursed with the black mark of Original Sin, having eaten thereof the Tree of Knowledge of Sugar and being the burden of all things Evil to man. Eve was cursed with the letter T (another myth dispelled—note the play on “spelled”) as a symbol of Temptress, forwhich she—as woman—would forever be branded and mocked for all Eternity. When all she was doing was attempting (tempt?) to please her man by bringing sweetness into his life. (For which she was created, remember?)

This underscores the Heart of the Matter for the whole issue of Responsibility and Free Will and Sin and All Such Things: Having been made by God to be Curious and Psychologically unsound and Rebellious, can mankind then be held responsible? Given 1.) a fair and just God, 2.) a test of obedience, and, 3.) a God-given test, and 4.) the so-named Adam and Eve, knowing everything at the point before Sugar, are fully aware of the consequences and that God will see everything, and 5.) an act of Free Will is undertaken. (By both Eve and Adam, thus eradicating the need for Temptor (Eve) and Victom (Adam) ) And, And, nonetheless allowing that the Evil Deed cannot be transmitted by Eve alone, but can only be Ancestored Sin from Adam. Thus in turn setting free patriarchally descendent patrimony.

Side Question: Is there a single book in the bible written by a woman?

On Friday
at the Three Musketeers where Shirley & I stopped to wait & eat while the dog was being groomed, a man in a Robin Hood hat with a very long feather walked by. He stopped at our booth. He greeted us as goddesses and mother-goddesses. He said to me, I love your glasses. I can see the light shining through them. And I like your hat, I quickly replied. He doffed his hat, gave a deep flourishing bow, and moved on. I thought it was beautiful, magical, and a blessing. Shirley made a face of disgust. This is why I love her. It was a very wonderful day, that day on Friday when we took the dog for her grooming. I lost my glasses and Shirley found them. We contemplated the Dogwood Tree for Mumzie.  Shirley was clever and funny. She was very tired and thinks that her Sister will now love her forever. It is sad to know that that will not happen. Right now the sister’s whole family has filled Shirley’s home.

S also said that the reason my book isn’t selling is because of the title. She maintains that no one likes Fat. Who wants to buy something about Fat? That and I don’t do the marketing which should be done.  She’s right, I don’t market. Not much anyway. My bad. She made me leave a business card in the booth. She also said that the story was dark. Oh dear. I didn’t think it was dark at all so now that will be a question for friends of the book.


Business Card front & back


Book Cover