Book Collector’s Anonymous

February 6, 2008

bib·li·o·phile (ˈbi-blē-ə-ˌfī(-ə)l) noun
1. A lover of books.
2. A collector of books.

I am a self-confessed bibliophile. I probably should be in some sort of 12-step program for bookaholics. As in:

Step 1 – I admit I’m powerless over my addiction.

Well, maybe it’s not that bad, but I do admit I have a lot of books. After all, I’ve been collecting them since I was a kid. (And NO, I don’t have any on stone tablets, papyrus scrolls or even parchment!)

There are shelves on walls of two rooms in our house that are cover to cover filled with books. There are several individual bookcases in different rooms jammed full of books. There are stacks of books by my computer. There are piles of books by my leisure station (the living room couch). A book here, a book there, I’ve got books everywhere! And in the words of my sassy parrot, “Sooooo??????” You can never have too many books!!!

Books are knowledge. They tell you things you want to know. Like when you can’t get a vet to the farm and you have to figure out what to do with a sick sheep or goat! Gardening tips, how to build things, on and on it goes. “How to” books can be a lifesaver!

Books are entertainment. They take you places you might otherwise never go. They can introduce you to new ideas, people and places. Books are just flat out good company.

Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers. ~ Charles W. Eliot

My books are loved and well read. So it’s always a thrill to get new books, and I have 10 on the way for my birthday. Oh boy! That’s a big batch of books! It’s a book bonanza! A bountiful blessing of books! A… well, you get the idea.

Half of them are new cookbooks. A cookbook club made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, with 5 books for less than the price of one, and I only have to buy one more book at club prices to fulfill my obligation. How could I say no??? (What was that number for the bookaholics 12-step program?)

I’m really excited about these. I’ve been working on improving our diet, and regularly cooking much more than I have the last few years. Here’s a list of the books bouncing through the postal system to get here:

by Judith Finlayson with Barbara Selley, BA, RD

by Crescent Dragonwagon

by Mark Bittman

by Martha Rose Shulman

by Deborah Madison

I can’t wait to get my hands on them and check out the new recipes!

The other half of the books are health/medical books. That’s another area I’m trying to improve in our lives, and these are supposed to contain news on the latest breakthroughs in alternative and conventional medicine, in addition to some reference works. (My little brain is fermenting with ideas of different uses for that information.)

Books, books, books! I love to collect them! I love to read them!
Forget Book Collectors Anonymous —
I’ll proudly proclaim I love to collect books!!!

Seven Things Tag!

February 1, 2008

Robin of Seasons Eating Farm has tagged me. If not replying causes dire consequences, I guess I’d better not risk it. I can foresee vet bills, frozen buckets of water, and gadzooks, even MORE guineas wandering around. (The Farmer is trying to see how many we can raise…. don’t even ask how much feed they’re consuming!)

The idea is to post seven little known weird facts about yourself. Hey, everything about me is weird! How am I supposed to choose a measly seven????

Okay, here are the first things that come to mind:

  1. Hyperfocusing is my modus operandi. Thank A.D.D. for that.
  2. My parrot thinks I’m her mate or her mother, Im not sure which.
  3. I like to watch anime and play VGA Planets (blame my boys).
  4. When I was a little kid I used to have a pet turkey that followed me around.
  5. My living room has items in it from not only the US, but stuff friends have sent me from Canada, China, Japan, Kuwait, England, and various counties in Africa. My favorites are an original painting of a Tuareg dwelling in the desert (the Tuareg are a nomadic people in northern Africa) and a picture worked in leather of a shepherdess and sheep in Mongolia.
  6. I used to work in greenhouses in Pennsylvania, raising Poinsettias. During the day I helped with the plants. At night I stoked the furances with coal.
  7. I once sewed up a tuxedo with tails, using black denim to make a working outfit for a chimney sweep. The top hat was bought seperately however!

I’ll even throw in a bonus fact – I am hopelessly geographically challenged and directionally impaired. As the saying goes, I couldn’t find my way out of a paper bag.

If there’s anyone out there reading this that hasn’t been tagged already, “Tag! You’re it!”

Strange Self-Portrait

January 19, 2008

When I was looking through the pictures I’d taken of the water-filled troughs, I noticed this one particular shot of my reflection:

01-18-08 reflection
 As you can see, the wind was blowing my hair and there are clouds in the sky. Also, I have a camera in my hands (how else could I take a picture, right?).

A strange picture of a strange person…