Book ‘Em Danno!

January 25, 2013

Dear Bloggary:

Tonight I was reading through a few blogs that I follow, and came upon this fun idea. It’s called “Finish-the Sentence Friday” It originated from a blog called, Can I Get Another Bottle of Whine. (Yes, Dear Bloggary, I agree, it is a clever title.) The premise is that they start a sentence, and you are invited to finish it. So, although this is blog/diary (Bloggary) I’ve decided to finish it… the sentence, that is. (Indulge me, Dear Bloggary.)

Finish the Sentence Friday

The sentence of the week is:

When I was Younger, I tried…

…to start my own library. (Yes, Dear Bloggary, I am that nerdy.) I was about ten or eleven, and my father had set up a tent in our back yard. I loved to read in the tent,  and always had books scattered across the floor.  Neighbourhood kids would come in, look at a book or two and leave. That was when I got the bright idea to start my own library. (Yes, Dear Bloggary, I do sometimes get those.)

I went into the house, got the supplies I thought I might need, and lugged them out to the Buttercup Library. (Named, Dear Bloggary, after the tiny, lemon-hued, wild flowers that had sprung up  around the tent.) I constructed and taped card holders onto the inside, back covers of books, and fashioned fancy paper cards out of Manila paper to fill them. After I found an old stamp and pad that would work perfectly in my library, I opened for business. It was fun to stamp out the books and file the handful of cards and watch the neighbourhood kids  happily take my favourite books home.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as well as I had anticipated. (Yes, I’m sure you figured it out, Dear Bloggary.) My books did not arrive back in due time. Some I tracked down, and managed to retrieve. Others…well, I mourned their loss. I guess I was a bit naive about the honesty and reliability of others. I still am, sometimes. (What is the moral of the story here, Dear Bloggary?) I’m not sure of the moral of the story. Maybe it’s to look before you leap. Or, trust no one. (Yes, Dear Bloggary, I watched too many” X Files” episodes.) All I know is that not every story has a happy ending. So, just close that book and move on to the next… if your friends haven’t stolen them. (Yes, Dear Bloggery, in retrospect, a book store might have been a brighter idea.) The End.





What’s New?…Besides the year.

January 1st, 2013

Dear Bloggary:

Happy New Year! Sorry I’ve been absent for such a long stretch, but I’m back! Did you miss me? (That was a rhetorical question, Dear Bloggary, no need to get insulting.)

Last you heard from me I was in the midst of rehearsals for “Steel Magnolias”, and decided to put the blog on hold. (No, Dear Bloggary, I can’t walk and chew gum at the same time, either…And the play was a huge success, thank you for asking.) Everyone did an excellent job in this production and I felt very good about my own performance. (Well, Dear Bloggary, I have to pat myself on the back, no one else will.)

I decided to get myself an early Christmas present this year. A cat. After Stephanie moved in with her boyfriend, and took her cat with her, I missed having a furry friend in the house. (Oh, sorry, Dear Bloggary, did I forget to mention that Stephie moved out and got engaged? Yeah, that happened. I will become a monster-in-law next fall.) Now to get back to my previous train of though. I went to the SPCA to adopt one of the harder to place cats, and found a two and a half – three year old female feline, Patches, whose name I changed to Pasha. ( Because, Dear Bloggary, it sounds more like a name and less like something used to cover a hole.) The poor little thing was in a room all by herself, because she freaked out around other cats and when I went in to meet her I immediately felt a kinship with her. (No, Dear Bloggary, I’m not quite as anti-social as that, but I certainly understand anxiety around others.) Her previous owner had been an elderly lady who went into a nursing home, and I’m not sure if she ever played with the cat, as Pasha didn’t seem to know how to play. And she jumped and ran away at any little noise or quick movement. And before she got used to her new home, she sometimes hissed and bit. (Yes, Dear Bloggary, she’s socially awkward like me.  And no, the biting and hissing did not go over well with Mark.)  She’s better now, as she plays with her toys and even cuddles on my lap. All she needed was a gentle hand and a soothing word. (Yes, Dear Bloggery, it worked on Mark, so why not a cat?) She even made nice to holiday company and visited with everyone.

Christmas time was busy, as usual, but it has come and gone, and now the task of packing up has come. (No, Dear Bloggary, packing up is not nearly as pleasant a chore as unpacking, but a necessity.) Now to get on with the  new year.

Farewell, 2012, thank you for all you have taught me. Welcome, 2013, as you offer me another year of possibilities.  Happy New Year to all who read these words. Cheers! To all of our possibilities. ♥

Talk to you soon,