Sunday Dithers

Here I sit, another Sunday of early fall slipping away in to twilight, the glow behind the curtains growing fainter and fainter as the charcoal smell in the air gets stronger and stronger – our neighbors are grilling out tonight. It’s the perfect button-ending to a weekend of merry making and laughter and getting to be with my family and some of my best friends! Today has been a day of catching up on homework, getting ahead in my leisure reading, and drinking cup after cup of coffee and apple cider made courtesy of the AMAZING new Keurig coffee maker we were gifted for our upcoming wedding (thanks Julie, if you’re reading!). School is finally getting well under way, with the first few couple of bigger assignments quickly nearing their due date, and with the colder mornings and the early evenings, I can’t help but feel like I always feel this time of year, surrounded by school and homework and warm drinks.

Reading this week has taken a DEFINITE Gothic turn (in case you couldn’t tell based on the above passage, lol!) and I’ve been hanging out primarily with my main man James and his turning screws! I’m only to the third “chapter”, if you can call them that in a little novella like this, and our Governess has just picked up darling Miles from the school from which he’s been expelled. So far I’m loving what’s been going on, although I have to say my favorite part is most definitely the way that James has set up his whole story, with Douglas  telling the story that he was told by the governess – I can never seem to get enough of the frame tale, going all the way back to when I first got introduced to the Canterbury Tales and Arabian Nights! I’m a little unsure of how to feel about these supposed ‘angelic’ children, though, when clearly there is something totally not right about these kids and what happens to the women who take care of them. I just want to yell the whole time THIS SHIT IS REALLY HAPPENING TO YOU, DON’T LIVE IN THIS HOUSE WITH THESE KIDS, THEY WILL EAT YOU! I don’t know if that’s really what will happen, but it’s like watching a scary movie when they all decide to split up and go look for the source of the creepy, remarkably axe-like sound coming from below them. *facepalm* Of course, that’s also what builds all the tension and keeps me reading to see what will happen, but whatever. I love it.

I’m also giving Fragile Things, a collection of short stories by Neil Gaiman, another go. I first read it for last years RIP Challenge, but only got through about half the stories before it was due back at the library. I’ve got the ebook version this go-round, so I’m refreshing myself on the ones I read last year (my favorite of which is STILL “October in the Chair”, dedicated to Ray Bradbury, one of my all time favorite authors) before getting to the new ones, which I’m hoping to be able to take my time with! I’m excited to wrap up one of these so that I can get to Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury later this week, which is the next one lined up on my pile. We’re only about three weeks out from the wedding and honeymoon (EEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!) and I’ve got to begin the difficult process of deciding whether or not I’m going to take my Kindle, and, if not, what books are going to be making the trip with me – wish me luck, and happy reading!

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TSS: I’m From

I’m from the bathtub of blankets and Little Women rustling pages. I’m from the farmstead, the Knights of Mahaffie and midnight walks to tether-ball broken playgrounds. I’m from principal for a day and backyard archaeology and I swear that’s a sea turtle buried behind the kickball field. I’m from bike rides to Dillons and walks to the library, from tired young legs sticking to a mother’s prescribed path. I’m from kitchen chair blanket forts and October ice storms shattering Bradford pears.

I’m from the land of the Jayhawks and sunflowers, farmers fresh markets and frigid winter visible breath. I’m from flip-flops in January and driving home for high school lunch. I’m from the arms of Jessica Darling and darling Anne, from Campanile hills. I’m from Grecian suns and Irish storms, a Gemini and Cancer and half siblings with whole hearts. I’m from a bad futon and good blanket, from sitting as close to the window as possible for the beautiful light despite the cold on the other side. I’m from the theater boards, a drama queen from center light and best friends. I’m from slow cooking rice and sausage jambalaya, from my father’s cooking and my mother’s laugh and the thought that my grandma is proud of me. I’m from the Goo Goo Doll drives with saddened best friends, summer theater work for no pay but great pictures.

I’m from my niece’s premature fingers to six year old walk to kindergarten. I’m from my brother’s southern drawl heard only every few years, from a family scattered and heartened and whole. I’m from land-reached stars and slow summer buzzes. I’m from constant noise and color and laughter and banana bread. I’m from local music and rye whiskey. I’m from banjo playing and tent laying, the Wakarusa valley with seasoned burned brush and silt bottomed lakes. I’m from Edward Scissorhands before early cheerleading practices, my dad’s bad jokes told so well they’re hilarious – from my mom’s constant laughter, regardless. I’m from sorry shady gardens and cold snow walks to help my dad bring in firewood to dry. I’m from grandma’s Christmas candy and the chance to fly West to see those heartily loved but seldom seen. I’m from bluegrass and dead grass and library sciences. I’m from clean kitchens and farmers’ markets, from America’s bread bowl and the heart of the country. I’m from the written word, the sung word, the words written to my sister in steam on a bathroom shower.

I’m from Christmas’s always together at my parents house, from the bannister and basement and crawl space by the heater where I used to read until my dad didn’t want to keep lighting the pilot light. I’m from reading at recess, from Shel Silverstein and from the children’s boxcar. I’m from V.C. Andrews and Christopher Pike, crates of books beneath my sister’s bed that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. I’m from a backyard summer tent, the collected Goosebumps and *Nsync tangled in miles of orange extension cord. I’m from homework asked for from the teacher, the winner of Race Across the States, from Quest and games of Risk.

I’m from Manderley and Narnia, from Hogwarts and Hobbiton and Ender’s game. I’m from books taken without knowing, pretty covers stacked in basement shelves, from no limits and encouragement to explore. I’m from tornado alley and a Roman hotel just of the Colosseum. I’m from wanderlust and travel and drinking underage in Cancun. I’m from my family’s trip to Paris, my parent’s trip to Hawaii and my grandparent’s travels to Puerto Rico. I’m from an uncle who likes to sleep naked and a fiance who talks in his sleep. I’m from frozen breath in cold lungs, from Captain and Diet Coke (NEVER regular Coke) and Earl Grey tea with tons of honey and a little cream. I’m from still believing in Santa Clause always believing in Rory Gilmore and copious coffee.

I’m from a girl who wanted to read and write and be more than her long hair and awkward limb. I’m from Disney magic and nostalgic longing and spring runs in grey rain that pops the green around it to emerald. I’m from the yellow brick road and ruby slippers. I’m from future motherhood and impending marriage, from homeschooling and farm steading and sustainable support. I’m from your local library, from mood swings and crazy and chocolate and caring. I’m from my parents standing by the fountain, my mother’s long hair and lace wedding dress contrasting my father’s handle barred mustache.

I’m from a chalkboard in my mother’s hand, written in front of bare walls in a freshly built house. I’m from my grandpa’s blossom tree and my face pressed close to my sister’s, no space between us.

Where are you from?
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I saw a post just like this at A Room of One’s Own. She saw it at Tales From the Reading Room, who got it from Charlotte’s Web, who saw it at Susie J’s blog back in 2007, where I believe this originated. I loved reading Jillian’s, and couldn’t wait to add my own! Also, this post is part of my:

TSS: Happy Easter!

So, this post is technically totally cheating! It’s not a real post. It’s a post to let you know that I have a post coming. This week got away from me (appointments were made! Easter was celebrated! And Sherman has almost made it to Atlanta!) and it’s led to a bit of a lack in blog/twitter/facebook/Goodreads activity, but I’ll be back tomorrow with far more to say – I’ve a good portion of the way through Gone with the Wind (THE BANTER! EGADS THE BANTER!), I managed to cram in The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe in, and I’m about to start Persuasion which, as a confessed non-Jane Austen-ite (except for Pride and Prejudice), I’m a little worried about jumping in to it. But the weather here is just screaming spring, so I think it might just be perfect. I hope you and yours had a simply fantastic Easter, with lots of candy and reading and church (if that’s your thing) and family, and I’ll catch you on the flip side! My Easter present to you all? Pictures of people doing that thing we all seem to love the most:

TSS: The Spring and a Scarlett

Hello, bloggers and blogettes! Things here at Chez P:R are rather quiet for a Sunday, which is nice after what’s been a rather crazy ten days or so. Beardman has been laden with midterms and papers, and I had a project for one of my master’s classes due, so we’ve barely seen each other between studying and work. Because of that, he and I went home this weekend to see our parents, which is always a good time to see some of our high school friends as well as enjoying delicious cooking, free cable, and towels that seem to fold themselves (just kidding, mom! I know that’s all you!) It made for some great time to get some reading done, which is what both Beardman and I got the chance to do! He’s re-reading his way through our set of The Hunger Games now that I’ve finished my re-read, since we’re planning on going with a big group of my family to see the movie next weekend. The first time he read them, I actually read them to them, and he seems to be getting even more in to them the second time around. I, on the other hand, was able to knock out both the last 300 pages of Middlemarch (thoughts to follow, as that post would be more than you could handle on the gentle, freakishly spring-like day!) as well as The Magician’s Nephew, the first book in the Chronicles of Narnia series. It felt great to finish both books, and for some reason the reading experience between the two was really complimentary!

**as a side note, is anyone else remarkable freaked out about how nice the weather has been this time of year? I don’t know what it’s like in your hometown, but here we’ve been having the weather we usually have in late April, early May – and it’s only March. And while I’m all for warmer weather and the ability to read outside, it does keep reminding me a whole lot of that pesky global warming issue, as well as the fact that this summer may be just shitty, shitty hot out**

Other than that, I was able to get the wedding invitations printed out at Kinkos this weekend, and now that spring break is here, I’m looking forward to plenty of time in front of the TV, watching the NCAA tourney and putting together 200 mounted and ribboned wedding invites! I’m also really looking forward to starting another book on my list, and am even more excited because that book is Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell!!! This has been one of my favorite movies for ages and I can’t wait to read the book, because I’m sure it’s going to be just as wonderful and beautiful and conflicting as the book is! So tell me, dear readers, how is your Sunday? And great plans for the week ahead?