THIS WEEK IN REFLECTION
As I look back on the week, like a pirate captain gazing at the horizon through a spy glass, I want to start singing, “Leeeet’s dooooo the tiiiiime waaaarp agaaaaain!” I’m not sure what the hell it is, but I’m losing track of what I did, and when.
I do know that on Tuesday I went to my first therapy session with the PhD candidate, and I felt deeply comfortable there. I don’t know if she’s just up-to-date on all the newest strategies for working with patients because she’s a student, or if it’s because she’s new and eager to do well. When I would tell her something about myself, she would respond, “Thank you for sharing that with me.” I feel thanked for, like, existing, and I didn’t know I needed to hear that.
I volunteered at the Friends of the Library, and the manager said to me, “Please don’t go back to school!!!” She watched as I easily navigated bookish conversations with patrons, from why Zora Neale Hurston and Langston Hughes broke up their friendship to how Mexican Gothic feels a bit sci-fi at the end, and from recommending Crawl as a must-have horror movie to locating not-too-scary mysteries in the large print section. I told the manager I’ve applied for half-a-dozen jobs at the library and only received one interview (for shelving books), and I didn’t get it. I mean, this is a hard conversation, and I don’t know what to tell people. Whether I’m going on about history, writing, horror, editing, sign language, blogging, movies, teaching, etc., I have a lot of info in my brain and everyone wants it for free.
Last big thing, I started a new book club with the Huntsville Horror movie group. Once per month we’re going to read a horror novel, and I’ll lead the discussion. I’m pretty excited because, to light my own sparklers, I’m really fricken’ good at leading book groups. If you want to join (and know that you don’t have to commit to every month), check out the registration page for both movies and the book club.
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POST
I was thinking about getting a stick to poke the review of The Garden of Small Beginnings by Abbi Waxman, because it’s largely dead. Maybe folks are busy with back-to-school or finishing up end-of-summer vacations, but there’s an echo in the room for sure. Like the roadkill folks so commonly see in Michigan, I shall weave around it and continue the journey!
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POST
I’m drawn to books about prisoners and education. Actually, I’d like a memoir geared more toward work programs, like training therapy dogs or learning to be a plumber, because I think skills and knowledge aren’t only derived from reading books and then about talking about the importance of themes and “lessons” learned. But anyway, Biscuit and I read The Prison Book Club by Ann Walmsley, and I do not spare her. Review Wednesday.
BOOKS ADDED TO THE TBR PILE
Owned Books on TBR at Beginning of Year: 202
Owned Books on TBR Last Week: 182
Owned Books on TBR Today: 184 — What the hell. Oh, one was a textbook.
Thanks to Cupcakes & Machetes, because the Chicken Soup for the Soul book is all her fault, lol. Also, I interviewed Joanne C. Hillhouse several years ago, but never added any of her books to my list. I’ve corrected that!