This Weeks Book Score!

So... As much as I was not going to buy ALL THE THINGS at the Thrift Store ... some PRETTY AWESOME books came in.. and, I mean, they're BOOKS. There's nuthin' evil or bad about books, right? Books are teachers and they are friends and they are YUMMY YUMMY GOODNESS. So, these are MOST of the books that I got this week.

Small Quilt Crafts and Scrap Fabric Crafts. 

Because even though I can't get to any of my crafting projects or materials, I

still figure someday I WILL get there.

The Britannica Guide to Climage Change: An unbiased guide to the key issue of our age. (This title made me laugh, but I decided I would try to be unbiased of their unbiased interpretation and presentation of the topic.)

An Inconvenient Truth. 

I have never read it, but I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy reading both of these titles together, to see both of their unbiased viewpoints. (Goddess, so many jokes in here...)

National Geographic "Essential Visual History of World Mythology" This one is going beside the bed, poste haste. It's mostly pictures.

The History of The Kings of Britain - Geoffrey of Monmouth.

Now, I've read some stuff by Geoffrey of Monmouth (if indeed, dear Geof wrote any of these, but that's another story for later...) And the reading is sandpaper-cat-tongue dry. No pictures at all.  However, there's something perverse in me that just laps up the challenge. (See what I did there? See?)

People of the Earth - An Introduction to World Prehistory. I believe this is an actual highschool text book. My brain WANTED it. PLEASE LORI, GET IT FOR ME??

The Millennium Book of Prophecy. There was a little voice in me that begged for this one, too.

Beyond Good and Evil - Friedrich Nietzsche. Just because I feel I should. 

Now THIS little number, I am VERY excited about. It might have been D.T. Howard, but it also could have been Robin Pittman, but it also could have been Chiron Mullins... one of these men, when they were 17 or so, told me they were reading this, and it sounded INCREDIBLY interesting. When I touched this book, I let out one of those little excited "eep!" noises in the store. Out loud. And could explain to no one why I was so excited. 

The story: man goes back in time to meet Jesus, but because he goes back, He screws everything up... Jesus is now Simple (as in, from an Amazon review, a "drooling, salivating imbecile." I can't believe that after 20 years, this has fallen into my hands. Yay, Science Fiction.

From Instruction to Delight: An Anthology of Children's Literatuire to 1850 and Childrens Writers' and Artists' Yearbook 2007. Because I write and draw and stuff...

The Practice of Writing. Again, I write. I also read a lot about writing.

This... because it made me giggle. And I hoped there'd be some new light bulb moment stuck in the pages, that would be worth the .50 cents I paid for the book.

Ok... all this writing about books makes me want to read all the books! There are no less than 40 books beside my bed right now... I just loves da books!

L.

Distance Education has me Twitchy.

I get antsy. I know this about myself. I embrace it, I run with it, I laugh and dance with it... and then on to the new thing.

Again, it's down to wondering "What do I do with my life?" I've got 25 more years to 'work'... and then I end up on distance education sites...

I love the IDEA of being an administrative assistant... but not the day to day work of it. Mostly, I think I'd like to wear big hair, and look fabulous, and go to lunch.

I love the IDEA of being an Early Childhood Educator... but seriously, I swear too much.

I love the IDEA of being a librarian... but I already have a pile of adorable friends who do that, and I don't think I want them thinking I'm copying them... and I already sort of live vicariously through them... and again, I just want to wear a tight bun and red lipstick and be a hot librarian in a mini skirt. (although, I do ADORE books. I think my motivation is skewed.)

I love the IDEA of taking a writing course... but why do I need to prove to anyone that I can write? I already know I can write. It's about having the brain space to finish something - focus on it completely, without having to worry about where the money is coming from for all the bills.

I love learning, I think. It's the implementation that's difficult, I suppose.

And then I'm back to, ... so, what WILL I do with the rest of the time I have? I can't be a hippy/gypsy forever, can I? I mean, at some point it's just not going to be CUTE anymore. It's going to be impractical... I'll have to feed myself and clothe myself and ... live somewhere with no retirement fund.

This is where my brain is. Living in the moment is one thing, but then I have days like today.

Ah well.

There are things to do...

L.

Shuffling Pink Basement, Looking for Craft Room.

I started cleaning the basement... again. In an attempt to carve a creative sewing/gluing/arting space. Corey commented after I had been down there some time, and came up to make whiny defeatest faces... that it must be something like this:

Move a little thing here, shuffle another thing there, move something else in it's place, slide that table over here, now get all the things you just moved and put them in another place... none of which will be it's permanent home.

So, THIS corner here is where I moved what will hopefully be a place to craft. Bins full of finished and unfinished, and material... stuffs... tables and shelves.

 Here is a different view of it. A little tiny walkway.

THIS is where I shuffled all of this stuff FROM. This also gives you a fantastic view of what my WALLS look like. They stuffed 'em and left. (I'm in a rental where I'm not allowed to make any changes myself. So, I get to try and live with puffy pink walls. Nothing can sit flush against the wall.)

THIS is a single blank spot that will most likely get filled as I deal with all of the rest of the art stuff and TOY stuff in this basement. (hard concrete floor. The paint has come up with floods and mopping over the years.

Wall of Barbie. There are bins and bins of dolls, clothes, and all the things she comes with. Also, Polly Pockets, baby stuff, kitchen play, puppets, dress up and don't forget the STUFFIES.

I'm tired. I want to paint and feel light and free. This basement is going to have to bend to my will and become something light and airy.. somehow... without a window...

I think I was down there for 2 or 2.5 hours. I lost track. I just can't do it anymore today.
I'm going to buy a lotto ticket, and with any luck I'll win, then I can buy a big house with a big big airy room for me to mess up with crafts. One I can paint, and have open windows, and it will be mine! And Barbies will have their own dang room, too.

Hot.

Lori.