Thursday, December 6, 2012

Hallmark Channel

They say your body changes when you turn 40.  Mine didn't; it waited until I was 42 (the first time, but that's another story) to start to change.  Besides my eyesight getting worse a bit too quickly, the biggest change has been my sudden desire for, GASP!, chick flicks!  I've always hated them, except maybe if they were primarily funny (ala "27 Dresses").  Then I didn't mind them.  But cheesy, icky, romancey stuff? No. Way. Ever.

Until one day we had a free preview of the Hallmark Channel.  I'd never watched it before, and I'm not sure how I happened upon it this one day, but there it was, on my TV.  I got caught up in this cheesy movie, and the whole time I was watching it, I kept saying to myself, "I wrote this--this is exactly like the story I wrote!"  It turns out, I write cheesy romance stories.  I find it embarrassing, and I'm not a romantic person, so I never let anyone read my stories.  But there one was, nearly the same, on the TV.  So I kept watching.  And movie after movie the stories reminded me of stories that I'd written or planned to write.  And suddenly, just like that, I realized that I liked cheesy chick flicks.  I'm so ashamed.  

Just this week I was asking my Hero-Hubby (more about him some other time) if he knew if we'd be getting a preview of the HC any time soon.  And guess what? We did!  I don't know when it started, but it's on now :)  I figured it would be, with the Christmas season upon us (it's 12/7/12 as I write this).  I just watched a very girly movie called Eve's Christmas.  That is one I wouldn't have written, but I did enjoy it.  The horror!






















Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The first step is the sweatiest

I did it! Today I went to aerobics this morning.  It's a program that if completed is the equivalent of a five mile walk.  I did two miles.  I have valid excuses as to why I did not finish.  One, I needed to get the van home so my oldest girls could get to college.  Two, I promised that I would watch my grandson today, because his dad is sick.  Three, because I have a head cold, and breathing is a challenge.  Four, because that was already at least a half-mile longer than I've walked in years! That is the truth of the matter.  But now it's a few hours later and I think I could actually do more!  I don't feel stiff or achy or anything.  I know it's too soon to be proud of myself, but I am.  I've been working up to doing this for years.

I have done exercise before, in the past.  So I know that it can be nearly enjoyable, and that the feelings you get from it (endorphins or whatever) is energizing.  I also know that you can get to a point where you look forward to it.  I'm not there, not yet.  But because I have been there I think I can get there again.  I just need to take that second step.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Library Life

I'm a part-time librarian, and I love it.  For starters, my job keeps me sane; when I'm having depression I can still make myself get ready and go to work.  On my bad days, if I didn't have the job I'd sit home and sink farther into it.  But the best thing about my job is that it lets me be around books. I love books more than almost anything, except of course my family.  And sometimes, even them.  Not really, of course, but I would rather spend time readin than anything else, period.  Is that bad?

When I was a kid I always had my nose in a book.  I took the bus a lot (I grew up in the city; mass transit was the only way to get anywhere, other than by walking.  A lot.), and could read while I rode.  I paid the price with a headache and nausea, but it was so worth it.  Nancy Drew and those cute Hardy Boys spent a lot of time with me in my younger years.  My cousing Michelle once said, "you read too much; you have a problem.  You should get help."  That made me laugh, because it was so crazy--there was no such thing as reading too much!  I had to consider the source--a middle child of 4 that hated books, and myself an only child.  Just in case she ever reads this, I need to mention that she grew up into a wonderful accomplished woman with a degree from a major university and is a business owner.  I don't want to leave any possible wrong bad impressions of my beautiful cousin.  But this isn't about her, it's about books.  And me.  But back to her statement; can a person actually spend too much time reading?  I still don't think so, but not with as much conviction as I had when I was younger. 

I work three days a week, for up to 14 hours.  It isn't a lot, but it's spread out over the week, so it seems like more than it is.  And while I'm there I get to see books go past me, and I think, "do I want to read that? Does it sound good?  Does it come in large print or for my Kindle?"  Yes, those are my actual thoughts.  I have so many books on request that I will never get them all read.  Because I do spend time doing things besides reading.  Such as, I spend a significant amount of time putting ebooks on hold from the library, and getting them off hold and putting them on my Kindle.  I think I'm so slick, because I found that if they're on the Kindle and I turn off the internet I can keep them until I'm done reading them.  It's cheating, true, but I delete them as soon as I'm done, and I'm not keeping anyone else from having them, so I don't feel guilty.  The guilt comes in at the number of them that I have to read still.  I think I need to get a houseboat for the summer, so I don't have anything to do but read.  And wish that it had a potty.  Note to self:  don't get a houseboat unless it has a potty. 

I do a lot at work besides oogle books; I talk to people, I help them with their library needs, I do a lot of cargo (sending and receiving books from inter-library loans), and many other things.  But it all stems from a love of books, doesn't it?  As much as I love my Kindle, it's books that I love.  But my eyes are betraying me, slowly but surely, and it's too hard for me to read regular-print books now.  I can't read paperback at all, without a magnifyer, and that's quite awkward.  I only have one series that I'll read that way, and that's because I started the series years ago, before my eyes started to go bad.  I can do large print, but they are not always available, and often have longer waiting lists.  So I go with eBooks.

One other thing I do when I'm at work...I mentally write books.  I do that wherever I am, but for some reason I have a series of mysteries in my head surrounding a library.  I'll probably never write them down, but it's still a lot of mental fun.  Yup, that's me---all mental fun.