Thoughts of a Reader

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It’s just a book.

Stop thinking about it.

I can’t. 

It’s not real.

But it feels real.

Don’t dwell on it.

I can’t help it.

I can’t stop thinking about 

Citra,

Rowan,

and all the Scythes.

You need to read something else.

This is troubling you.

I need to know what happens!

Arghhhh! The third book doesn’t come out until 2019!

I read the premise of the book. I didn’t think it was the book for me. The story line sounded morbid, so I don’t know what possessed me to request it from the library. I thought I’d read a little and discover it wasn’t my cup of tea, so I could abandon it. That didn’t happen. I continued to read, I needed to find out what happened.  I consumed that book in a few days. The book is Scythes by Neal Shusterman. Hungry for more I returned to the library to find I was fourth in line for requesting Thunderhead. Impatiently I waited for other readers to finish. Now I have it. This book will be finished soon. The characters will have to live in my memory until The Toll is published in 2019.

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What’s Going On?

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Since April is the month of poetry, I will try to create a poem to share my slice.

March 31,

I leave my link,

from my computer.

It does not appear!

I leave a comment

on a WordPress blog,

It does not appear.

I leave a comment

on a Blogspot post,

It appears.

What’s going on?

 

On my iPad,

I leave my link,

again,

and again.

It does not appear.

What is going on?

New plan,

use library’s computer.

Check for my link.

Yes, it’s there!

Leave a comment,

It doesn’t appear!

Email said link was in spam.

Now comments are marked as spam.

What’s going on?

Akismet can’t explain

What’s going on,

But they can fix it.

Thank you Akismet.

Did I rile the spam folder with my post?

 

 

 

In March

In March, the earth slowly begins the warming process to encourage plants. Sometimes that is a cruel trick.

In March, the weather is unpredictable. One day it might be warm and sunny, but overnight winds bring snow to blanket the earth.

In March, clocks spring forward an hour. An hour lost takes its toll on a body.

In March, the world exclaims, “I’m Irish!” for a day. Many dress in green devouring corned beef and cabbage.

In March, the trees hide no secrets, revealing broken limbs and nesting places.

Slowly, the buds of new growth appear. A few leaves unfurl,

 

 

brilliant blossoms appear.

In March, a spring’s gate opens wide to welcome the green back from its winter’s rest. Bulbs planted in fall push dirt aside to claim their space.

In March, animals shake slumber of hibernation off. Birds flit, collecting bits of grass, twigs, strings for new nests.

In March, people write more every day to meet a challenge. Writing friends, old and new, share a slice of their life. Writers play with words to preserve a thought or perhaps a moment observed.

In March, the world grows a little bit smaller because of the Slice of Life Challenge. Congratulations to all who have written this month.

Perhaps you recognized my mentor text for this post, In November by Cynthia Rylant

5 Things to Do More Often

I mentioned to my husband I was working on this post. I started to ask him if he had any suggestions, when he began to smirk. I could see a glint in his eye. I decided not to ask for any suggestions. His list and my list would not be the same.

I imagine his list would say:

  1. Ride your bike more.
  2. Walk three miles every day.
  3.  Organize  your office.
  4. Dust your office.
  5. Put everything back in its place immediately after using said item.

My list, on the other hand,  says:

  1. Build in time to go out with friends more often. Coffee, lunch, happy hour, dinner are all options I need to remember for get-togethers with friends. Life gets busy and I get stuck in the rut of being home.
  2. Clear my desk. Stacks of papers and books seem to grow and grow. I need to find a place for each.
  3. See more movies. I love those recliner seats in movie theaters. When I can get to the first showing of the day, it is not only cheaper, but there are fewer people. I just forget that is an option for my day.
  4. Take my mom out for lunch. I try to savor every bit of time I can with my mom. She’s 87 and seems more frail every year. We need to spend quality time together, just chatting about her life or my life in general.
  5. Sit, sip, and savor a lovely glass of wine before dinner. Doesn’t that sound good? Usually I am so busy preparing dinner, I don’t have time to enjoy a glass of wine before dinner. Often when I have a guest for dinner, they sit at the counter, sip wine and visit with me while I’m finishing up preparations. I need to try this out too.

There you have it, my five things to do more often. Who knows, I might even do a few from my husband’s list too. 🙂

Counting Commercials

Every day, since March 17, I ride a bike on a trainer for thirty l o n g minutes. I am trying to get back into a routine of some deliberate exercise that disappeared for about six months.

Every morning, when I open my eyes, a thought passes through my mind. You should get dressed and on the bike. Get it over and done. If I wait a moment, another thought leaps to the front. You should make your coffee and drink it before you ride the bike. I decide to go with that last thought.

I make the coffee, relax into the couch reading my iPad, thoroughly enjoying my morning beverage. Usually, there’s no real hurry. I have a mental timetable of when to climb onto the bike to begin the endless pedaling. I want to be finished with this by 8:30 a.m.

For some odd reason, I love to watch the intro of the Today Show. They do quick snippets of the latest news. Then they launch into the more in-depth story. I continue to watch, finishing up my coffee. Once the coffee is gone, I need to move onto the bike. Perhaps this is about 7:30.

Big mistake!

I am pedaling away watching the show, but what’s this? Commercial after commercial after commercial. I counted eleven different commercials before they returned to the show! Then they chatted with someone for about five minutes (that may be stretching the time) followed by another round of commercials! By then, they broke away to the local station for the next ten minutes. My time was up on the bike, but I was appalled at how many commercials I had to endure. It’s already torture to sit and pedal, but that was adding insult to injury.

The next morning, I didn’t languish in bed a few extra minutes. I got up, had my coffee, and got on the bike before seven. Do you know how many commercials were in the first twenty minutes of the show? NONE! I guess the second half hour has to make the money. Guess what my new plan is now.

I will attempt to be up and on the bike before seven, because if I’m not, I know I will pay for it after 7:30. I just don’t enjoy pedaling through commercials. I bet that didn’t surprise you.

Curious, But Cautious

Read these definitions, do you know what word applies to both?

  • irrelevant or inappropriate messages sent on the Internet to a large number of recipients
  • trademark a canned meat product made mainly from ham

Did you guess spam?

As a child I loved a crispy fried slice of spam from the skillet, placed on soft, buttered, white bread. The heat from the meat (?) melted the butter and soaked into the bread. Now that was a good sandwich when I was seven, eight, nine, ten.

Today, I doubt I could get one bite of that sandwich down. But, this is not a post about food from my younger days. This is about the spam that collects in my email folder, titled Spam. This email fascinates and frightens me.

The fascination comes from the brief snippet my email shows. Look at this snip, I am curious about the new order from Leonard. Why does Jeremy think my images need editing.? Kaitlyn has a delivery approved for me. It must be a gift, because I didn’t order anything. I love getting gifts! Each line makes me want to open it up and see what it’s all about.

But I will never open them. I know better. I watch the Today Show with Jeff Rosen and have seen his reports on scams and viruses. But still, I am curious. I wonder, private message from Sliona? Who are you!?

Then there are the ones that make me worried. Some of these sound serious. Those words, Security Alert, make me think I need to check into this, but I don’t. Same reasons as above.

So every few days, I open up the spam file to see if someone landed there by mistake. Occasionally, I will find a blogging friend in the spam file. Not quite sure why they end up there, but that’s an easy fix by checking the Not Spam box. My eyes will look at the line given, I will be tempted, but I won’t open it. Ever.

 

Traffic Lights

My eyes scan the traffic ahead of me. My mind is busy. Wondering what lane to select. Planning the best route for my trip to where ever I’m headed.

Up ahead I notice the light is green, but will it be when I get there? Will I be able to stop if it turns red? I judge that I will have to stop. Now I consider how many cars are ahead of me. Is there a truck with a trailer? Is there a semi? Where will I be in the line? I like to be first in line. Two cars will be ahead of me, but a quick glance to the lane next to me is empty. If I move over, I will be first. I am now first in line.

As I wait for the light to turn green, I look to see who is in the car next to me. Will they be a quick starter? Will they be a dawdler? My eyes return to the traffic light. I want to be ready when the light turns green. The light changes, I pause to be sure the cross traffic has stopped before I move forward.

I like to be first because I’m not very patient with people who don’t go when the light turns green. It’s particularly annoying when I’m second or third in line. Four seconds pass and we are still standing still. I give an exasperated sigh that no one can hear, except me.

Now if I’m farther back, my attitude is completely different. I am less impatient, more resigned to my position in traffic. So, I wait patiently for the line to begin to move. Now I’m back assessing, will I make it through or will I have to stop?

The traffic cycle of assessing positions starts again and continues,  until I am back home and in my garage.