I try not to read more than one or two books at once but have managed to get myself bogged down reading a bunch of different books right now. I don’t know how this happened. (OK, I do know how it happened, and it had something to do with that MUST READ NOW impulse I get when I come across fascinating-looking books and the siren song of the “Add to Cart” button on Amazon.) The problem is that they’re all so good it’s hard to force myself to focus on any one long enough to finish it! In case any fellow bibliophiles are interested, my current reading stack includes:
- Earthen Vessels: The Practice of Personal Prayer According to the Patristic Tradition
- Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
- The Seven Storey Mountain
- Getting Things Done: The Art of Stress-Free Productivity
- Lick the Sugar Habit
And this does not include my huge stack (OK, stacks) of books that I have been given or bought that I haven’t had a chance to read yet. Ah, the life of an ADD book glutton.
My husband is still raving about the Chocolate Chocolate Chip cookies I tried out for the first time as part of our baking day last month (#7 here). He says they’re the best cookies he’s ever had. If anyone would like the recipe, here it is. You’re welcome.
I am now going to promptly begin never thinking about Chocolate Chocolate Chip cookies again since I am cutting out foods full of processed flour and sugar.
This will tell you a lot about my husband and me:
My big present to him this year was a spreadsheet. Yes, a spreadsheet. It was an analysis of our finances that he’d been wanting me to put together. I wrapped it in a big box so he wouldn’t expect what it was, and when he opened it he was like a kid getting a puppy.
Yes, we’re nerds.
Speaking of Christmas presents, this was the first time I ever succumbed to Christmas Present Derangement Syndrome. The Monday before Christmas I decided that the perfect present for my two-year-old daughter would be a rocking horse. My mom and I missed getting the last one at our local Toys R Us by five minutes.
We went to three more stores. Nobody had one. Called four more. All sold out. At some point in this process I morphed from “Christian mommy just doing some shopping while firmly remembering the real reason for the season” to “CRAZED CAVEWOMAN STALKING HER PREY.” I went into some sort of primal red zone where I was going to capture this rocking horse or die trying.
I finally got in touch with a Toys R Us on the other side of town who had one. Just ONE, and they wouldn’t hold it, let me pay for it by phone, or conveniently “lose” it in the back room for about 45 minutes if I promised to slip them a $20 when I got there. (Kidding about the last one…but I did think about it.)
When we arrived at the distant Toys R Us close to an hour later, it was like we were in some sort of B-movie where the Mother Ship was calling everyone home. Streams of people were slowly flooding into the already crowded store. I figured there’s no way the horse would still be there, so I just had my mom drop me off so I could run in and check. To my shock, it was there: the last rocking horse in central Texas.
Unfortunately I had not planned for this turn of events. I hadn’t gotten a cart, and there were none nearby. No employees in sight. I’d forgotten my cell phone. And it was too heavy for me to pick up. In a non-cavewoman state of mind I might have flagged down some nice passer-by to help, but at this point everyone who walked by just had a look about them that told me that they were HERE FOR THE ROCKING HORSE. I hunched over and scooted the massive box inch by inch the entire length of the Toys R Us showroom floor to the checkout area, flashing my eyes and barely resisting the urge to grunt menacingly at anyone who got too close to my kill.
…And on Christmas morning my daughter rode the rocking horse once and then played with wrapping paper the rest of the time.
Ever since I began blogging about food addiction, I’ve been flooded with emails and comments directing me to Kathleen DesMaisons’ site called Radiant Recovery. I read her great book Potatoes Not Prozac and thought her insights about the connection between addiction and nutrition were fascinating, so I look forward to reading about the 7 Steps to Feeling Great that she recommends.
My dad is a big astronomy buff and loves tracking celestial bodies as they move across the sky throughout the year. Here are three sunrise shots at the summer solstice, autumnal equinox and winter solstice, taken from the same spot at the airport where he works. You can compare the sun’s position to the control tower in each shot. It is interesting to see how much the sun moves!
I’m really enjoying being on Sister M. Kathleen’s Word of God email list. I love the simplicity: each email contains only a Bible verse and a brief quote from a saint. It always gives me some nice food for thought to start my day.
I look forward to reading your posts!