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Archive for the month “January, 2012”

Manuka honey & other things.

Manuka honey: have you tried it? It’s supposed to be great for all kinds of things: cuts, burns, GERD, acne, the list goes on and on. It is not cheap and I’m not sure yet how it will taste as it just arrived in my mailbox a little while ago, but if it will help with my husband’s issues, then it’s worth it.

I’d rather do just about anything right now than study. Anything. Clean the bathrooms. Organize the closets. Scoop the litterbox. Okay, maybe not the litterbox. But I am SO not into this semester at all. I forced myself to sit down at the kitchen table today and get started on stuff but, ugh. I am not feeling it. I’m repeating this bio class just to try to get an A to have a better chance at getting into the radiography program (I got a B last semester), but taking it again is just as much of a nightmare as taking it the first time. Sure, the learning curve may not be as steep, but what a pain. Recalling and rereading and relearning and retaking tests (different professor, so different sets of things to concentrate on.) Maybe it’s just January. I’ve heard this month has sucked in many ways for many different people. Maybe things will start looking up. Maybe I actually can pull an A out of it this time. Maybe maybe maybe.

As for how my husband is doing: better for the most part. He’s eating much better but coughs often, some days worse than others. Even though he’s keeping a close watch and a food diary, we can’t seem to figure out what is triggering the cough. Today I’ve been reading up on a procedure called Radiofrequency Ablation, where they go in and burn off the damaged cells in order to reverse Barrett’s esophagus and reduce the risk of cancer. Definitely something to look into; supposedly it’s minimally invasive and the patient can get back to normal life that same day. He has another doctor’s appointment coming up in a couple of weeks, so we will ask about it then.

The past week or so, I’ve had social media anxiety. It’s silly because I know it should never be taken so seriously, but sometimes I get such information overload I have to step away from it all. The dumb comments, the arguments, the opinions & opinions & OPINIONS, the drama, the horrid stuff that I seem to happen upon while casually browsing, the weirdness of it all .. sometimes I don’t see a point. I love Twitter, and Facebook, ehh .. mostly a love/hate relationship. There’s also another side of social media anxiety for me, and that’s when I type out a comment or an at-reply but never hit send, for fear of saying something too stupid. I know, it’s really lame. It all adds up to signaling when I need to either 1) take a break from it all, or 2) do some major filtering. So I spent most of the weekend ducking on and offline quickly while spending most of my time with Lev Grossman’s The Magician King. It’s possible I might enjoy this book more than the first one, and I enjoyed it very much. We’ll see, I’m about halfway through it right now.

I hate to sound all complain-y. It’s about 66 degrees here today and sunny. I drove with my windows down. I listened to great music for the majority of the day (Spotify has some great new apps, just so you know!), cuddled often with the cat and so really .. all is pretty okay. Winter tends to make me quite blah, but if the nice weather holds out, maybe we can get in some outdoor time or find something else fun to do other than wasting away inside behind a computer screen all day.

What’s new with you?


Friday Tunes – At Last.

RIP Etta James (1/25/1938 – 1/20/2012)

For the Love of Bookstores.

First, there’s the excitement of planning the outing.

“Want to go to a bookstore today?”


I am lucky to live in a city where there are still plenty of brick and mortar bookstores available. Each have their own special qualities which make them so charming. Some have outdoor reading areas. One offers a discount on Tuesdays if you arrive wearing their t-shirt. Another has great “Meet the Author” events regularly.

You arrive.

The familiar old book smell hits you as you walk through the door.

You could get lost in the tall stacks for hours, and sometimes do.

You wander around, browsing and searching. Maybe you ask a friendly staff member for a recommendation.

Maybe you get some joy out of bringing your own gently used books to trade.

Perhaps you just enjoy the treasure hunt feeling of searching the stacks and finding those gems that just seem to jump out at you.

I grew up in a town that (aside from one comics shop) had only one bookstore: the Goodwill bookstore. And while it could have been awesome, it was largely ignored by the community. I’m not even sure I knew it existed until my college years, and that was only because my grandmother made a large donation of books there. Luckily we did have a decent library, but if you wanted to visit a bookstore you had to travel to one of the bigger cities “nearby”, which meant a good hour to hour-and-a-half drive out of town. Even then, you would only find big box bookstores.

So I know what it’s like to live in an area without bookstores. Needless to say, it isn’t pretty.

Local bookstores just have a certain magic about them. It’s something that can never be had by big box stores and definitely not something you can experience through your eReader purchases or by ordering books online. They are an important part of every community. They deserve our visits and our support.

So, give your local bookstore a visit if you haven’t lately. Check out what they have to offer and what you can do to support them. Get involved. Get others involved. Don’t let these neighborhood gems fade away!

“The Bookshop has a thousand books, 
All colors, hues, and tinges, 
And every cover is a door 
That turns on magic hinges.” 

― Nancy Byrd Turner

This is my entry for a competition held at

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