Reading in 2014

I typically aspire to read 52 books each year, which is a nice and easy pace of roughly one per week. I exceeded that goal in 2014. My grand total was 78.

I wish I could say that it was an entirely good thing. Alas, I did much of that reading just to escape the real world, and at the cost of ignoring people and tasks that deserved more attention. Reading is one of my coping mechanisms. It’s a good one, and sometimes I need it, so I’m not going to beat myself up too much for using it. I just hope that I won’t need to lean so heavily on it next year, and that most of my reading will be purely for enjoyment.

My favorites, in no particular order:

  1. 13 Little Blue Envelopes by Maureen Johnson, A+
  2. The Disappearing Spoon by Sam Kean, A+
  3. The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, A+ (reread)
  4. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, A
  5. Fablehaven series by Brandon Mull, varying grades
  6. Far Far Away by Tom McNeal, A
  7. Harry Potter series (first four books) by J.K. Rowling, varying grades, all rereads
  8. The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle, A-
  9. Night Film by Marisha Pessl, A
  10. Moonwalking With Einstein by Joshua Foer, A-

I’m happy to say that at least a quarter of my 2014 reading choices were written for an adult audience (instead of children or young adults), a few were even classics, and some were non-fiction. But I went a little heavy on the fiction, particularly the fantasy genre. In 2015, I’d like to read more non-fiction and poetry, and to seek out a more diverse group of authors and genres.

Wishing everyone a happy year of reading in 2015,

Chick

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Done!

At the beginning of every year I make a copy of my last year’s photo album, enlarge it, and add the text of all the kid-related posts from that year. I include all the Dear Marshall, Dear Livia, Marshall Says, and Livia Says posts, plus excerpts from other posts that mention the kids. I often have pictures that go along with the stories, so it works really well in that way. But it’s a lot of text, and it resists being squeezed into the photo album format.

I have been working on the big 2014 album for weeks. There were also several posts that I needed to complete (and backdate) so that they could be included. It’s a good thing I’ve learned to backdate posts without any guilt. Otherwise some of them would never get written.

Today I finished the last post that I wanted to include in the album. I still have some other 2014 posts that I’d like to complete, but it doesn’t matter when (or even if) I write them. The number of posts in my draft folder is now down to its average of 12, so I feel like I’ve also officially decluttered the blog. Whew!

The photo album will now sit for a few weeks, giving me time to forget everything I did with it, so that I’ll be able to look at it with a fresh pair of eyes. As the photographer, designer, writer, editor, and typesetter, I probably made some mistakes. So when I put on my proofreading hat, I want to be able to find them!

But all that matters for right now is that I’m done. Done, done, done. Done!

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Snippets

I’ve been listening to CDs instead of MP3s lately. While I may be going backward technologically, there’s something so nice about a fully-loaded 5-disc CD player. I’m about to shift around the discs, but before I do, I want to share a little snippet from each of the five in there now.

“O” from Ghost Stories by Coldplay

Flock of birds
Hovering above
Just a flock of birds
That’s how you think of love

“Space Dementia” from Origin of Symmetry by Muse

You make me sick
because I adore you

“My Sad Captains” from The Take Off and Landing of Everything by Elbow

And if it’s so we only pass this way but once
what a perfect waste of time

“Born and Raised” from Born and Raised by John Mayer

And all at once
It gets hard to take
It gets hard to fake
what I won’t be

“Of Angels and Angles” from Picaresque by The Decemberists

There are angels
in your angles
There’s a low moon
caught in your tangles

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New Year’s Thoughts

I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions. I’m old enough to know what kind of person I am. I might wish to change certain things about myself, but I know I probably won’t. I’m OK with that.

But I do appreciate the symbolic significance of the year’s beginning, and there are some simple changes I could make that would improve my life. It would be foolish not to at least ponder how to make my life better. So, here is a list of changes I might consider making.

This year, I’d like to…

  • Hike more often. It’s too bad that I only feel compelled to hike when there’s snow falling and/or on the ground. I should get out there more often, because the woods are beautiful in all seasons and all kinds of weather.
  • Write every day. It makes me sad that I wrote so little for the blog and almost nothing outside of the blog. I should write something every day, even if it’s just a few words, as proof that I lived that day.
  • Spend more quality time with the kids. We spend a lot of time in proximity to our kids without paying too much attention to them. We should do more crafts, read more books, play more games, and take more walks and trips together.
  • Keep the house cleaner. Some parts of the house are beyond grubby. Ick. There’s definite room for improvement there.
  • Find storage solutions to control our clutter. We had the kids’ room under control for part of 2014, and it was great. I’d like to get that control back. And I’d like to do the same for the rest of the house.
  • Lose more weight. I lost a lot of weight in 2014, most of it unintentionally. I could probably maintain my weight at its current level, but I’d like to lose at least 10 more pounds. It would help minimize the effects of, and slow down the progression of, the arthritis in my knees.
  • Keep up the knee exercises. I bought some ankle weights so I can continue to do the exercises that they taught me in physical therapy.
  • Be a positive influence. The mother sets the mood for the family. If she’s not happy, the whole family struggles. It would help us all if I kept a more upbeat attitude, even if it were only a facade.
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Remembrance

Dear Zoulie,

You left us on July 7th, 2014. It has been many months since then. I have put off writing this post for all that time. I didn’t know what to say. I still don’t, but I know it’s time to try. Let me start at the beginning.

The way you came into this world and ended up with me is a sweet story. You had a sort of guardian angel by the name of Debbie. She found your mother, a pregnant stray, near her apartment building. Debbie named the cat Cinnamon and started leaving food out for her.

One night Cinnamon didn’t show up for her feeding, so Debbie went looking for her. Debbie found Cinnamon camped out with her new kittens in a hole she’d made under a bush near the apartment door. Debbie propped open the door, giving Cinnamon access to the basement, hoping she would take her new kittens inside. At first, Cinnamon would go inside, look around for a while, then run back out. She did this several times. Then late one night she made the decision to trust her good fortune, and one at a time, she carried her kittens inside. Of her four kittens, three survived to find good homes (as did Cinnamon, whom Debbie adopted).

You were the last of the three kittens to be adopted. You were a stand-offish little thing. You didn’t seem to be interested in people at all. I wasn’t sure I wanted a kitten. So it might have been a little bit of a miracle that I took you home with me.

Like most kittens, you were a lightning-fast, furry maniac. I still remember the sound of your tiny claws raking across the furniture. Watching your frenetic performance one day, I absent-mindedly quoted one of my favorite lines from the movie Ghostbusters: “Oh, Zoulie, you nut!” That’s how you got your name.

You warmed to me quickly, but not to anyone else. You were a one-person cat. And I was a one-cat person back then, so things were good. We spent so much of our days together, especially after I started working at home. I remember how you used to play with the bubbles in my bubble bath. I used to share my food with you. I even used to take you for the occasional walk outside.

Those were your happiest years. Later you had to share me with Faithful Reader, Mojo, and Peeps. You didn’t adapt easily or well. Things got particularly tough for you after the children were born, because I didn’t have much time for you. I’m sorry that it had to be that way for you. How much happier your life would have been if you could have accepted other people (and change) into your life.

I said that “you left us” in July, but the truth is that I put you to sleep. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. You’d lost so much weight. The vet wasn’t sure what was wrong with you, and she didn’t know if we’d be able to cure you. So I tried to imagine what you’d ask me to do if you could speak. And I knew that you wouldn’t want more blood tests, medicines, or trips to the vet. You hated going to the vet.

So I made the decision that needed to be made. I stayed with you until the end. I will never forget the moment when the light left your eyes.

Mojo and Peeps struggle to get along with each other now that you’re gone, but they have both become more affectionate toward us. I feel sad every time I give them wet food, because we used to have to hold them off so that you could eat. I sometimes forget that you’re gone, and I often say your name. So do we all.

I bought a little memorial statue for you. It’s not winter-proof, so it has to stay in the house during the cold months. We put it near the window, where I know you’d be happy to perch and watch the chipmunks scampering in the yard. Sometimes we give the statue a pat on the head, and we think of you.

Love,

Your Person

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Stories About Livia 2014

Dear Livia,

Here are some more stories about you.

We used to do a lot of exercises that we called “homework,” even though it was assigned by me, not your teachers. Now that Marshall is in Kindergarten and gets real homework several times a week, you want to do his homework, too. So we photocopy it for you. You’re very quick at it. Sometimes you even give him the answers!

You like to sit at my desk and color while I’m working. When I took two weeks off for my gall bladder surgery, you were upset that I wasn’t at my desk. I felt bad for you, so I sat at my desk for a little while each day during my recovery so that we could “work” together.

You often decorate your stuffed animals with your hair accessories and jewelry. Among the animals to be awarded this honor are Puppy, Hippoey, Duckie, Apricot, and even your cat-shaped coin bank.

We went shopping in the toy aisle at Target to spend some money that Marshall had gotten as a present. You were wearing a red shirt that says, “I put ketchup on my ketchup” (see Teenage Mutant Ketchup Turtle picture, which was taken during that trip). Several people commented on it, saying that they really liked ketchup, too. You loved the attention. Later you went up to a woman and said, “I like your shirt.” I thought you were being polite, until you asked her, “Do you like my shirt?” Ha-ha! You just wanted another person to compliment your shirt.

From my journal, written on vacation: “Livia saw me sitting on the swing, writing. So she came over, sat down, and took my notebook away. I let her, too. She was being so cute. I could not send her away. I did not want to hurt her feelings. She sang to me as we sat there swinging. Lovely little songs, each different and precious and now lost to the wind. I can’t record everything.”

Love,

Mom

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Old Book Reviews

Mustaine: A Heavy Metal Memoir by Dave Mustaine, with Joe Laden
Grade: B+

Dave Mustaine is the frontman and founder of Megadeth. I haven’t listened to Megadeth since the ’80s, back when I was a rebellious teenager. But I have always thought that Mustaine sounded like an interesting person, so when one of my Facebook friends suggested the book to me, I couldn’t resist borrowing it from the library.

Those who follow heavy metal will already know that Mustaine was kicked out of Metallica (one of the most popular bands ever) just before they got their big break. It would be a tragic story except that Mustaine recovered from the setback almost immediately by forming his own successful metal band, Megadeth. This memoir covers his youth briefly, then takes the reader through about 2009.

Readers are subjected to bad language and vulgar descriptions, and stories of rage, violence, death, drug dealing, and drug use. Mustaine and almost every member of the band (in its many iterations) struggled with drug addiction. So this book is not for anyone who’s likely to be offended or disgusted easily.

I was able to handle all of that. It reminded me of the behavior I witnessed in the heavy metal crowd of my teens. The story rang true true in many ways, making me almost nostalgic for that very difficult time of my life.

One thing that bothered me, though, was that Mustaine told cruel little stories about so many of the people he encountered along the way. It was as if he felt the need to take almost everyone else down a notch, just to give himself a boost. But he reserved a special dose of venom for Lars Ulrich and James Hetfield of Metallica. There’s one grudge that won’t die!

I’m afraid that to many Mustaine will come across as arrogant and petty, perhaps worse. But, in spite of his egregious behavior and unkind story-telling, or perhaps because of those things, I saw him as someone struggling with his own insecurities. He seemed very human to me, even likable in his own way, and consequently I enjoyed the book. Recommended for metalheads, past and present.

A Tangle of Knots by Lisa Graff
Grade: B+

I loved the first chapter of this book. It was such a great setup. A young man with a suitcase is about to take a bus. You get the feeling that this trip is a big deal for the young man, that his whole future will be riding with him.

Enter the strange giant of a man with a Talent for tying knots. He tells the young man to hold on to his suitcase, because it’s something special. And of course, the young man has to let it out of his sight to board the bus. You get this dreadful feeling that the suitcase will not be there when he reaches his destination. And you just know that the consequences will be terrible.

But then the story shifts away from that young man, who will not be seen again for some time. Instead, we learn about a slew of other characters, the most important of which is Cady, a girl with a Talent for knowing exactly which type of cake a person will like and the ability to make every cake perfectly. Eventually the tales of the young bus rider and Cady come together, but it’s a complicated journey.

I wanted to love A Tangle of Knots. It was so wonderful in so many ways. It was just too convoluted and contrived to earn my love and an “A” grade. But I salute the author for writing a beautiful book.

The Red Pyramid by Rick Riordan
Grade: A-

In this story, the ancient Egyptian gods have returned. The god Set is hellbent for destruction. The only people who might stop him are the Kane siblings, two teenagers with mystical powers. But the Kanes don’t understand how to use those powers yet, and time is running out.

The Red Pyramid is the first book of this second series by Rick Riordan to feature mythical gods. I wasn’t expecting much, because it seemed like such a bad idea to go to that particular well a second time. But wow! It was a lot of fun and different from The Lightning Thief series. Recommended.

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The Two of You

Dear Kids,

Here are some stories about the two of you.

Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with laundry, and any outfit that consists of more than one piece is likely to get separated into different loads. It happens often with two-piece jammie sets. You used to get upset when you couldn’t find matching sets until I convinced you to mix and match. Then we had a joyful parade of bumblerinas, bumblaliens, dinobumbles, and owlbees. Livia enjoyed this so much that she now mixes and matches even when she doesn’t have to.

For a long time Daddy would take Marshall to the bus stop every day and I’d hear trucks honking. I wondered why the truckers were making such a racket. Then I took Marshall to the bus stop myself and found out. It turns out that Daddy taught Marshall how to pump his arm to get the truck drivers to honk. Once Livia started going to school, she learned, too. It’s amazing how many of the truckers notice the signal and are obliging enough to honk for you. I love it.

You decided one day that we needed more decorations, so you made some out of paper and pipe cleaners. Dozens of them. You hung them all over the place, including every doorknob in the house. They were such a nuisance, but we left them up for a while because you were so proud of yourselves.

One morning you came in to wake us up, and we let you climb into bed with us. You pretended to be magic worms. You were surprisingly vocal. For worms, that is. You kept saying, “We’re squirmy wormies!”

Livia claims at any given time to have between ten and twelve invisible and/or imaginary friends. The only ones she mentions consistently, though, are Chairy and Charella. Marshall says there’s also one called Chaira. When I asked Livia what the others were called, she said, “Cranayta, Satnayta, Crunch Sticker, Kiachairy, Playachairy, Blockacuppa, and Crabacuppa.” She was obviously making those names up on the spot! When I mentioned this to Daddy, he said, “What about Walla? She told me that Chairy and Charella had boyfriends and that one of them was named Walla!” Then Marshall told me that he has friends called Tree-a and TV-a. So I guess if I had an invisible friend, it would be named Blogga or Posta! 😉

Love,

Mom

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Snow Before Surgery

It snowed the day before my knee surgery. To me this seemed like a clear invitation to enjoy one last hike before temporarily losing my walking privileges. I accepted the invitation gladly, if cautiously. The last thing I wanted to do was wrench my knee. So I wore my knee brace, used a ski pole even though the snow was barely sticking, and watched my every step.

lightsnow

Just a Light Snow

berrysnow

Snow on Moss and Partridgeberry
A Christmassy Combination

I didn’t stay out long. I had too many other things to do. But I went back to work with a happier heart. The snow always cheers me up!

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Christmas Glow

Dear Kids,

I had vague plans for the last Saturday before my knee surgery. I was going to do “Christmas things.” But that morning, I found myself absentmindedly web-surfing, which was not terribly constructive.

Luckily, you guys had your own plans for the day, and you weren’t about to let me get in your way. Marshall was particularly persistent. He insisted that we put our tree up. And he did NOT want a real tree. He wanted to use the fake one so that we could put it together.

So that’s what we did. Both of you were such good workers, helping to sort the branches by size. It was a tough job getting the branches on and all the little twigs spread out to approximate the shape of a real Christmas tree, but we did it together. Then there were the lights (what a pain!). But when it was done, how cheerful the tree looked!

I once again chose not to put up most of my glass ornaments, but I did take out all my cloisonné butterflies. You were enchanted with them. Every time Livia picked up another one to put on the tree, she’d show it to Marshall and say, “It’s sooooo beautiful!”

We took all of our other Christmas things out of the boxes, too, including our stuffed Grinch toy. I jokingly told you to make sure he didn’t steal Christmas. Apparently you took me seriously.

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No one is going to steal our Christmas this year!

Charley showed up the next morning. The tree decorating must have been his cue to arrive. He was sitting in the tree, looking as happy as could be.

With the elf back, of course you wanted to read the Elf on the Shelf book. You were particularly interested in the page that shows Santa’s lists (one for Naughty, one for Nice). I explained what they were and asked each of you which list you were on. Marshall said he was on the Nice list. Livia, on the other hand, said she was on the Naughty list. Oh, no! I couldn’t have my little girl thinking that! So I told her that she was definitely on the Nice list, that I knew she was a good girl, and that being naughty once in a while was not enough to make her Naughty. She absolutely glowed.

You both glowed, really. You love Christmas, and you make me love Christmas. So maybe I glowed a bit, too.

Love,

Mom

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