On a whim, I created an account on Goodreads today.

(I’m not sure why it thinks I live in Delaware, but I haven’t corrected it yet.)

Goodreads seems like my kind of thing, as far as tracking what books I’ve read. I’ve been tracking my sparse reading habits elsewhere for the past couple of years; perhaps I’ll enter what data I have, just for grins.

I certainly have enough books that I haven’t read here at home, and in my Audible library — but if my To Be Read pile ever magically dwindles, Goodreads also looks like it’s ripe with recommendations.

Maybe just the act of recording what books I’m reading will spur me to read more. What gets measured gets done, as someone once said. Plus, I don’t want to embarrass myself by ONLY reading six books this year (even though I set that as my goal). I’m supposed to be this huge lover of reading… but I didn’t finish a single book in the second half of 2016.

My son told me the other day that “reading is boring.” Be still, my heart! My own son? Maybe if he sees his Mom reading more often instead of playing on her phone, he might get the idea that reading for leisure is a thing people do.

Plus, you know, a trip to the library every now and then never hurt anyone… even those of us with more books than can fit in our shelves.

2017 Resolutions Check-In

Some of my resolutions and goals I did publicize on the blog, while others were ones I listed in my bullet journal. They’re all totally doable — none of these are unreasonable, and not all of them are ones I need to think about every day.

  • Post daily to blog
  • Cook 50 new-to-me recipes
  • Offload two items of clothing for each one I purchase
  • Create a budget and stick to it
    • Shop Amazon mostly using gift cards earned through my credit card
    • Only shop ThredUp with trade-in credits
    • If it can be mended, don’t buy a new one
  • Return of Photo Thursday – post a photo to the blog weekly

So, how am I doing? In the style of Wil Wheaton’s Life Reboot, I’ll give myself letter grades for each point.  (more…)

Silent Sunday Afternoon

For the first time in a few years, my husband is required to work Sundays during the Christmas season (a.k.a. peak season at his work). My son is upstairs with his Kindle Fire, having some Quiet Time, and I’m sitting on the couch, having just finished today’s (and yesterday’s) #fiveminutefreewrite topics.

I feel like I want to keep writing, but not about any of the backlogged blog topics I have on my list. (And I have dozens.)

I’m reminded of the days before I had a child, when I had hours upon hours of “me” time, and I would choose to use it by writing. (Or playing Civilization for a few hours on end.)

There’s plenty of other things I could be doing right now (my fingers just tried to type “write now”), like replacing the few burnt-out bulbs on the string of vintage Christmas lights, or making a batch of Christmas cookies to freeze for later, or finishing the laundry, or balancing my checkbook… but sitting here on the couch writing about nothing in the silent overcast wintry afternoon dimness is appealing.

It’s so quiet in here.

I should really get that laundry folded.


Deer Sighting

Deer in the back yard

I saw something moving out the window as I got ready to step on the bathroom scale this morning. That’s a big dog, I thought — then I realized it was a deer. Right there. Getting ready to nosh on the one hosta in the border along the back of the house.

I watched (and snapped pictures) as it snacked on the hosta, then sniffed at the bench and the tomatoes, and finally wandered out of sight.

By the time I was ready to get my son up for breakfast, the deer was in sight again, this time by the hydrangea tree. I got my son up by telling him to go to his window to see the deer. He was up in a flash.

I was a little extra late to work, but getting to see the deer and share that with my son was worth it. I’m just glad it didn’t eat my tomatoes.

Shindig Success!


Note to self: Even if only one friend were to show up, it would still be a party worth throwing.

The annual shindig happened over a month ago, but I wanted to be sure to make mention of it here in the blog, since I have a tendency to forget how much fun it is every year. I always stress over it, and worry over whether it’s worth the extra-thorough house-cleaning and the food prep for days and the last-minute RSVPs. The answer is yes. It’s worth it.


Instant Gratification

After taking a break from social media (which seems to happen about once a year for me: see 2014 and 2015), and with that break coinciding with the (initially) disappointing response to my annual shindig, I reflected on my relationships with others — friends, acquaintances, online peeps — as defined by my interactions with them.

I also thought about what I’m trying to get out of social media — and am I actually getting that?

Some people have described Twitter as a party where you can hear everyone’s conversations, whether they’re directed toward you or not. I feel like I’m the person at the party who will talk to everyone and no one until someone acknowledges them. (None of us know anyone like that, right…?)

It’s like I’m seeking validation or feedback for everything I’m experiencing: a jerk cut me off in traffic; I’m losing weight; I’m not losing weight; I’m having a boring day; I’m having an awesome day; I had sushi for lunch.

Who needs to know this? Nobody.  (more…)

Waterville Community Garage Sale 2016

Most of our garage sale success on this 94-degree day was after we left Waterville, ironically enough, including a couple of estate sales that were still going strong by late afternoon.

Our “haul” included a stack of comics and a stand-alone DVD recorder unit for Aaron; a couple of shirts, a two-piece swimsuit, and a wind-up alarm clock for me; and a wooden United States puzzle for Connor.