Activity Being Avoided: attending to the cat’s every whim (much to her annoyance)
Music In My Head: Barfuß am Klavier — AnnenMayKantereit
Tea Being Drunk: Typhoo (the stupid grocery store stopped selling Barry’s)
Books Being Read: Blood Sports — Eden Robinson, The Final Confession of Mabel Stark — Robert Hough
A few years ago, I had to buy a vacuum cleaner just before Christmas.
Why is that noteworthy? I was a self-employed tutor/writer/editor who was paying for her children’s education (and I still am): vacuum cleaners suck up book money. I couldn’t justify buying myself a Christmas present. Not that I went bookless, of course. I just had a smaller pile of holiday entertainment than usual. It was a Christmas that is forever stuck in my mind as a First World Problems holiday.
I’m not one for literary altruism. Winter in Canada can be cold and unfriendly, and I believe credit cards were invented for a reason. On top of that, this year, I am only paying off the student loans, and am feeling rich because no one is demanding money on a weekly basis. In celebration, I’ve pushed the lack of altruism to a new place on the spectrum. This was the original holiday pile:
Four of these were gifts from my children; the rest were second-hand finds, so they aren’t financially-relevant, either. (Right?)
When the first of the very cold weather hit Mississauga, and I was walking home from work in the dark, I was feeling extremely sorry for myself. Some stuff happened, and Amazon got a lot of my money.
This arrived today:
It was supposed to be available in Canada, but no one accommodated my immediate needs so this was shipped from Ireland. Bonus.
It came with a heart-warming bookmark.
Penguins are very, very nice things. I like the birds, too, but not as much.
There’s still another one to come; it’s due sometime in the next couple of weeks.
I’m trying to be better about updating my Goodreads page, so I’ll let you know how the books are. If anything ends up being terrible, you’ll be able to buy it at the Friends of the Library book sale. If you want the really good books, you’ll have to ingratiate yourself with me so I’ll add you to my will.
May all the books you read in 2018 be excellent.