Thank You from Book Weasel
Let me take a moment and use up a blog entry to say thank you to everyone who is reading this. I appreciate your comments, your readership, and your patience with me, even when my entries aren’t arriving every day. My nature is such that it’s easy for me to start things and hard to keep them going. Trust me; I am the perfect start-up team member but a lousy day-in, day out clerk. I am easily attracted by all things bright and…
…oh sorry, I just spotted something shiny.
This is the way it is with me; I start new projects before the old ones are finished, I sign up for classes and drop out after a few sessions. Did I ever tell you that the name of my online craft and jewelry store is DragonFlytiGirl? No? I like dragonflies as a motif and the flighty is self-explanatory. Girl might be pushing it a bit but I didn’t think DragonFlytiOldBag had the right appeal.
It’s not that I can’t focus; I focus really well, on many things, one after the other. The only really consistent area of my life is my family. I’ve been married since I was five years old. (Not really, but that’s the only way I can stay 29 while my husband gets farther and farther away from the bad side of 50. Much more of this age manipulation and CPA will launch an investigation. Let’s just say I was young when I met my husband, less young when I married him, and I’ve been married, to him, ever since. For a person with a short attention span, a marriage lasting three decades is a real achievement. I think we keep things fresh by finding ever new and expanding subjects to argue about.
Every woman I know thinks she argues with her husband, but we really do break new ground. Every political announcement is new fodder and the latest Presidential election gave us dinner and dessert topics sufficient to whip the cream all on their own. We have a teenager in the house, a bold and confident 17-year-old who tag-teams in with us once in a while. How could I ever walk away from that?
I can’t, I won’t, but if life needs balance then my dedication levels are heavily tilted toward the home fires, and everything else has to book time in advance.
My blog is about books but I haven’t been reading as many books lately. Losing my dog sent me into a funk that is just now starting to lift and I’ve been using up my reading budget on software manuals. After that I’ve just been wandering. I will say in my own defense that I flit between really interesting things. One month I decided to learn to speak German. No reason, it just caught my interest. My friend and co-worker noticed what I was reading at lunch and asked me about it. I confessed all and she asked me what I did when I really wanted to cut loose; calculus? Ha ha, I responded, very funny Chimene.
It was physics.
I didn’t get very far but I did learn more about how much I don’t know, and that’s got to be worth something. I’m still ignorant but on an entirely new and advanced level.
I will try to focus more, or at least post more often, but no promises that it will always be about books. It hasn’t so far, right? There are so many things to get to know and I’m insatiably curious. When I walk to the parking lot after leaving my office, I want to know the names of the shrubs and trees I’m walking past. I read some plant identification books and amused myself by listing the names, common and by classification, as I walked by. A real hoot, right? My family found out that I was doing this and started asking me to name the plants we saw when we went out. I discovered that when I didn’t know the answer, I could lie, just make up stuff and they wouldn’t know the difference. I regret doing this, it was wrong, and sinful, and I’ll never do it again, but oh gosh, it was fun.
Wait, did I just drift off there again? Sorry. Besides, it’s not always fun to learn stuff. I learned by reading the plant book that when trees release spores it’s a form of reproduction. Now whenever I walk to my car through a cloud of tree fluff, it’s just not the same. I don’t think, ‘Oh, the joys of Spring.’ I think, get an arboretum.
It happened again, didn’t it? Sorry, sorry. I think I’m trying to say that if you’ll hang with me, I’ll hang with you in whatever form that takes. Books: usually. Dogs: frequently. Friends: forever.
