Posts Tagged ‘sharing


They’re Writing Books About Reading Books? Now, I’ve Read Everything

If you’re reading books which tell you about a long list of books…written by women who have read a long list of books…just think how much more fruitful it might have been to glance at an online book review, join a book club or talk with fellow bookworms as you encounter them to compare notes before diving right into the books themselves.  If you spend 10-30 bucks on one person’s reviews of a list of books, you should pay every person you meet who tells you about a good book they read.  It’s only fair.

I fear the day when dumpsters are loaded with these review tomes like the PC books no one wants for anything but coasters and cheap painting canvas material (because regular canvases are too expensive?).  Writing books about reading books…whatever happened to social interaction and word of mouth?


Talking with a Smoker



There’s something relentlessly unnerving about talking with anyone who (still) smokes, especially when being (a non-smoker) with them (outdoors) while they are smoking. Some might control their need/habit/fix better than others. Some try their best to respect you if the smoke is a (health) problem. But, in my experience, most smokers cannot survive the full extent of an intense, serious chat without that impulse to “light up” crossing their mind and, eventually, forcing their hand. Thus, it makes me continually uncomfortable being in their presence, fearing I will exhaust that short fuse.

Their defense systems have been worn down by addiction to the point that the slightest discomfort triggers a shortness of breath other people associate with general stress. What makes others want to punch someone or pause to take a deep breath (to avoid conflict) is enough for a smoker to go through a full pack. A minor tiff or disagreement…even a compliment, something positive…can tickle that nerve. [Which is how the concept of a cigarette after sex became popular. The emotional, mental and physical stimulation of sex is like a construction vehicle doing an arduous task. The arm moves its load, and the smokestack huffs dark exhaust fumes.] Try if you will to watch your words. But, I can’t fathom the safe route to spend a day with a smoker without them lighting up more often than they take a break to use a bathroom/restroom.

And, if any who read this just happen to be smokers (or drinkers) and get the impulse to light up, I cannot apologize enough to change your minds. It’s up to you and your support systems (if you have one) to control/stop yourselves.


When Toddlers Make You Think, Sept. 2013

I had two moments with a nephew today that really made me think about life and the kindness we can bestow upon each other if it exists in our hearts.

First, we were playing in his sandbox when the shovel I was using broke. My initial reaction was “CRAP! Mom’s gonna kill me for breaking his toy!” But, what did my 2 yr. old nephew do? He handed me a spare smaller shovel without a peep. Without knowing the words, he–in his own way–was saying, “Here, uncle. No worries. It’s not a total loss. We can still work together.”

Then, we were working on a chalk drawing on his driveway when I needed a certain color to draw part of the picture. When I initially asked him to give me the right color, he said, “No” and gave me a different color. I asked a second time, and he did the same thing. The third time, I asked him, “What color will you give me next?” and offered him the piece he last gave me. This is when he finally traded me for the one color I wanted from the start. For some reason, this made me think about that famous line/lesson: Good things come to those who wait. I was patient. And, when I was trying to get what I wanted, I was denied. But, when I least expected it, what I wanted was handed to me.

‘Makes ya think. Food for thought.