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In my younger years, I dreamed of buying an island and declaring it a sovereign nation.
To some degree, I still hold this fantasy.
My fledgling state is entirely self-sufficient, meaning that no-one need ever leave.
I mean, why would the even want to, right?
Among many as-of-yet-undetermined admittance requirements, one stands out:
Each citizen must provide five books to the public library.
Giving credit where credit is due, I am obviously not the first person to hypothesis what books one would desire on an island. Specifically, I am indebted to The Christian Humanist Podcast episode 66: Desert Island Books, which challenged listeners to pick five books to take with them on a desert island. As with most hypothetical games of this nature, there are a few ground rules:
1. The Bible is given
If you so desire you may have any version/language/translation
I’ll alter this somewhat to allow your own preferred religious text
2. Anything you can find in a single volume counts
This means books must be physical copies!
3. The library is communal, meaning that we all share our books.
There’s no need to repeat a given work.
4. This is the only way our library will be stocked.
Using the host choices from said podcast, our library currently contains
Confessionsby Augustine of Hippo; Henry Chadwick (translator)
I suppose I should count myself fortunate that two of my essential books were previously chosen; namely, The Divine Comedy (in my preferred translation, no less!) and The Riverside Shakespeare.
Therefore, my own five contributions are:
Lord of the Ringsby J.R.R. Tolkien; 50th Anniversary, One Vol. Edition
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Just in case you don’t know, Teaser Tuesday is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by A Daily Rhythm. Anyone can play along! All you have to do is grab the book you’re currently reading, open to a random page and share a few sentences from that page. But make sure you don’t share any spoilers!*
*I wish I could take credit for this introduction, but I shamelessly stole it from Heather over at bitsnbooks. To help me make amends, you should go check out her blog.
A tourniquet of fear was released; relief gushed
through three of the watchers; Simon stopped
pulling his Neanderthal face.
I’ve read Rowling’s two mystery novels written under the pseudonym Robert Galbraith and found them quite engaging; here’s hoping The Casual Vacancy passes muster.
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Another heat wave rolled through this week; I spent time indoors preparing for my parents’ visit in a few weeks.
“Don’t clean on our account,” they say.
However, when the door to Spare Oom (as we call our spare room) refuses to budge against the sheer amount of stuff behind it, a bit of sprucing up may be necessary.
What, you really thought I’d take a picture of my mess?
Yeah, I would . . . if I remembered to do so before I cleaned.
So, what did I take pictures of? Well . . .
I finally finished my at-home TBR, which means I can finally visit the Library again.
It’s my rule; not theirs.
However, my cleaning uncovered more books.
I guess I won’t be visiting the Library until those are read.
That is, after I return the ones I borrowed.
No sense in racking up unnecessary late fees.
I read Lord of the Flies and A Wrinkle in Time already, so they aren’t on the TBR.
Continuing the bookish theme, two packages arrived this week:
My Discworld collection is almost complete!
The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents is on the way.
The Shepherd’s Crown is on pre-order.
Including the last two books, there are still four more books on the way.
Sadly, one of them is detained in Germany due to a strike between Deutsche Post and DHL.
I prepared two comfort-food meals this week:
Venison Roast (with potatoes and corn)
Leftover gravy made excellent cheesy gravy toast
Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup with Moxie
This was a Sunday-night staple through most of college.
Did anyone else make grilled cheese using a paper bag and an iron?
I found the “cotton” setting the best one for grilling cheese.
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Yesterday I mowed my lawn using a riding lawnmower I borrowed from my in-laws.
On a normal day, the ride back should take ten minutes or so.
Yesterday was not a normal day.
It began with the dinging of the gas light.
A Ford F150 Extended Cab hauling mowing paraphernalia might get 15 miles to the gallon.
Fine, I thought, I’ll just put a few gallons in on the way back.
No biggie.
At that exact moment, the car ahead of me slowed; the drawbridge was opening.
Great. Just what I need. Who knows how long this will take.
5 minutes?
10 minutes?
Once, I waited for 45 minutes.
Today, that would be a disaster.
Then I looked left.
Huh. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a train crossing those tracks before.
Any augur would run for the hills.
An augur I am not.
The drawbridge wasn’t open too long, and I drove on my merry way.
Then I realized: those little-used train tracks currently in use run right through town.
I’ll have to take the detour by the Library.
I forgot the train tracks run by the library.
I remembered too late to turn around.
A miracle! The car ahead of me left enough space for it to pull a u-turn; now I have enough space to correct my course.
I’ll just head through the historical district . . . where they just so happen to be doing utility work.
Still good, just do down one street and back up to the old Maola plant road . . . which is closed for road work.
Of course.
All this and I’m exactly one block closer to my destination – and once again blocked by the train.
Mercifully, it passes and I’m free once more, driving happily alongside the train.
Which must then turn in my direction.
Lowering the barrier and forcing me to wait yet again.
No way possible way around it unless I want to go nearly all the way back to my in-laws, take the bypass around town, and come in from the other direction.
In all, a good 15 mile trip. In a truck whose gas signal hasn’t stopped dinging at me.
Ain’t happening.
I sit the train out and make it home.
Ten minutes? Try Forty-five.
Oh, what happened with the gas?
Well, luckily I had filled a gas can, knowing what remained in the lawn mower would not suffice.
I poured half the gas in the truck and half the gas in the truck; it was enough to finish the job and get me to a gas station once I was done.
Hey, I can hear the train whistle from my house!
Stupid train.
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Running In My Head 