Sunday, February 05, 2017

Books I Read in January

Here we are in February. The snow is falling. Groundhog Day came and went. I can't recall hearing about the groundhog or if it saw its shadow so I'm not even sure if it's a thing anymore. I hope spring comes early this year. I am weary of staying in and wearing socks.

J has learned to climb entire flights of stairs. I need to learn how to teach her to climb backwards down the flight of stairs now. Today was an exciting development as J managed to stay in the nursery and had fun with the caregivers during the church service and I wasn't called back to extract her from the nursery and given the evil eye of her setting off all the babies in the nursery crying with her wails of separation anxiety.

I have been applying to jobs and yesterday I thought I should test myself to learn how fast I can actually type as one of the jobs I applied for with the government required a certain typing speed. Luckily even with my non-typing for the past two years I was still able to pass the target. My mom used to type at 100wpm on a typewriter so my measly 60 wpm could still use some improvement. I don't yet know what I will do for childcare for J. I guess I will see if I get an interview and job offer before I start to worry about it. And as you read above today's success in the nursery makes me hopeful for a positive transition to daycare. L is still on leave from work.  His mom flies in from Mexico this week. 

I have only read 2 pages in the book I am reading in February. 

But this post was to be about books I've been reading. January I really overachieved and read six books. Six!! I know, shocking. 

So here are a few words about what I've been reading.

   

A Man Called Ove, Rules of Civility and Shanghai Girls were all books I found at the Library book sale earlier in the summer. 

I wasn't really a fan of Ove in a Man Called Ove even though he has a lot of aclaim over on Goodreads. His anger was a little wearing for me. There were some interesting turns as Ove's attempts to commit suicide were thwarted by neighbors dropping by to request assistance. Perhaps it was a little wearing as L was also in a dark place in the month of January. That was hard on me. L has some Ove-ish outlook tendencies minus the anger and telling people off.

I really enjoyed Rules of Civility as it had the feel of the Great Gatsby. I read it in one night while L was working a night shift. I paid for it the next day while caring for J. I havent read a book that late into the night in a long time. If your looking for a book that will wisk you away this is a great read.

Shanghai Girls was an interesting read. It is the tale of two sisters whose father gambled away their future, a mother that risked her life for them, their fight for survival, their disappointments as they find themselves trapped in marriages in a new country at the mercy of a cruel father in law, their devotion to one another and sometimes petty jealousies. I enjoy novels of cultural family relationships. 

  

I listened to an audio version of The Ocean at the End of the Lane read by the author Neil Gaiman. It was so good! His telling was fantastical and fascinating. If I were to recommend one book from January's readings this would be it.

I had wanted to finish Welcome to the Circus by Rhonda Douglas for the January Collaboreads linkup but did not finish it in time and just finished it by the month's end. It is a collection of stories by a new Canadian author that I found at the library. The first story held promise for the book, I enjoyed this tale of three friends in grade school who become enamored with their French teacher. The rest of the book was downhill from there and really ugly stories. I guess they are well written in terms of literary style but they are miserable stories of individuals with addictions and relational problems. It was a depressing read. A depressing note is not a good way to end the month reading which is likely why I'm still on page 2 of my next novel.

Well I'd like to say more because really it's been too long since I blogged but J is playing in the toilet swishing her fingers around in the water of the bowl. Yuck! Fingers to be washed and toilet lids closed, I'm off. 

Saturday, January 14, 2017

13th Avenue Coffeehouse


I was really looking forward to trying the 13th avenue coffee house in the Cathedral area. I had heard several mentions of it. It was funny when we finally located it that it was so close to where I used to grocery shop two summers ago and that I had not already discovered it. 

It is an old house converted into a coffee shop. It looks much bigger on the outside than inside. As you enter there is a staircase and a hallway, to your left what once was the parkour or sitting room this is where the tables and patrons sit. The doorway to the kitchen has been made into a counter to order from. Behind this counter the kitchen.

 

We arrived around lunchtime and went to the counter to order. We awaited some time as the women in the back busied themselves. I was interested in having a salad or sandwich. These I've seen are works of art. We had J with us and asked if there was any highchairs or booster seats. 

Now let me say this, there are far too few places that accommodate children. Very few places even have a change table in their washroom. A booster high chair seat is an easy item to store as it is compact and costs less than $25 on Amazon any restaurant or coffee shop with a heart for mothers should have this in their arsenal.

After asking and being told no we were as good as ignored. The customer service could use some finesse. Perhaps if they had been friendlier I may have decided to have J sit on my lap.

Instead we ordered lattes to go. 

It was a dissapointing visit. Granted it was one of the best London Fogs I have had. 

So if you like an excellent latte (and likely coffee), your into artfully displayed food, enjoy a cozy happening spot in the company of hipsters, if you do not particularly enjoy children and would just like to have a conversation away from littles, are vegetarian (as I noted from the menu several items are vegetarian), and enjoy an edge of snotty service this place is for you. 


 

Should I give the 13th avenue coffeehouse a second try and have lunch on their sunlit patio in the summer overlooking the Holy Rosary Cathedral? Or continue my search to find an excellent coffee shop but one more fitting to my current station in life? 

13th Avenue Food & Coffee House
3136 13th Ave Regina

Friday, January 13, 2017

The January Little Letter Linkup

 
The second Friday of every month, Kristin hosts a Little Letters linkup on her blog. The idea is to write a series of letters to anyone or anything you’d like. They can be serious or silly, heartbreaking or hilarious. I thought it was a fun idea to participate and capture some of my thoughts this week in short letters. 


Dear Rules Of Civility,  You kept me up well past my bedtime last night. You were a real page turner.

Dear Canada Post,  It has been five days since my friend mailed an Xpresspost envelope back to me. You guarantee 1-2 days nationally. Get it together! And put it already in my mailbox. Gah! Please tell me I do not have to drive downtown, pay for parking, stand in line and put in a complaint.

Dear Juniper, Please stop pulling my hair. It really hurts. This phase has been going on too long and it's really starting to get annoying. Thank you for the dance party in the kitchen last night. It was fun to twirl around, hear your squeals of delight and laugh.

Dear iPhone4, You were so exciting when you were shiny and new six years ago and now you no longer update and your volume is a mess. Now every time anyone calls (which is an anomaly I know in our text savvy world) I'm straining to hear them or asking them to repeat what they last said. If a text comes in with cute fun emoticons all I see are alien faces and I have to guess at what they mean. And now I've reached my limit with your upteenth freeze when I attempted to search the Internet this afternoon. Why didn't you tell me you had a shelf life when I first laid eyes on you? I'm sorry we need to part ways. 

Dear Netflix,  I am so happy to be reunited. I forgot over the past few years you were so wonderful now that I have more than 24 hours to watch a movie that previously was costing me $4.99 to rent on the PlayStation and who often I abandoned not being able to finish in the allotted time frame.

Dear Mission Hill Winery,  Thank you for introducing me to the perfect pairing, Chardonnay and hot buttery popcorn, the perfect late night snack for watching television. 

Dear Dodge Ram,  You are fun to drive when L lets me take you for a spin but really what is up with your controls? This past week I engaged the emergency parking break because your parking sensors were freaking out on me with the snow and cold, I thought maybe my parking break was on until I realized it was just the parking sensors and that I could turn them off. But then I couldn't disengage the emergency parking break and sheepishly had to ask a man to help me. And the gear shift, a dial? 

Dear Steve,  I've never met you before and likely never will again, you really have crazy hair, but I appreciate your manly assistance with my vehicular ineptitude. 

Dear Starbucks, Thank you for opening up a location in my small city with a drive through. 

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

A Goal, An Invitation Set In Motion

 

New Years is often the time when many declare their resolutions for the new year. On New Years Eve I went to bed at 11. J had other plans and woke us all up at midnight. 

And yet without fail somehow in that interlude between New Years and my birthday I begin to think of goals. Perhaps it is because my blog feed suddenly begins to fill with goals for the new year but most likely it is my birthday creeping up on me and I am becoming ancient. Birthdays have a way of making us reflect and look forward. 

On Monday it was my birthday. It wasn't a milestone birthday, just a quiet affair. As always on my birthday I had carrot cake. I am a creature of habit. L baked it for me. He's fabulous. I like to think of a new year as one that begins with my birthday. 

I began drafting a list of goals on my birthday, but it was just that a draft. In one moment I thought I should make a goal for every year of my life but I ran out of ideas that I could realistically accomplish. Life has a way of foiling with my goals. And so now as a I eat my leftover birthday carrot cake I return to that drafted list of goals for the new year. I decide I'm going to pick one out of that list and really try to make that my focus for the year. 

This one goal, what is it? Friendship. 

I am grateful for the handful of friends that have hung onto me over the years when I have moved from city to city. I enjoy reading of all the antics of my online blogging friends. Sometimes I feel a little lonely however when I hear of all the fun everyone has been having without me. I've discovered where you are you also need friends. 

I find it difficult to cultivate friendship, my fears & insecurities get in the way, and sometimes I let time and inaction stifle the flame of what might be a new friendship. Or I sabotage myself by thinking why would they want to be friends with me? And I focus on all the things I think I am not. This year when someone says we should get together I'm going to stop right there and set a date, make plans. I'm going to follow up. I'm going to invite. I'm going to invest in cultivating friendships. Lord help me with my insecurities. 

Today I had what I hope will become a good friend over and we made cookies. She is quirky, smart, and creative. It was a delightful turn of events. Last year she had also come over, I think I had ordered something from one of her home based businesses, and I had made these cookies then as a snack. She had requested the recipe and I kept meaning to send her the recipe. Time marched on and my good intentions of writing out the recipe on a cute card stood in the way. Then in a Facebook exchange I bring up that silly recipe relaying I still intend to get it to her. Recipe? Oh right, yes she would still like the recipe. And then I thought really R just text a photo of the recipe don't be so precious with making up a pretty recipe card.  She replied back maybe we should hang out sometime and make them-- "hang out and food can't go wrong."See right there...that sometime is often an opportunity I don't take. This year though sometime is my invitation to set in motion a time to get together. Friendship I've read is often the result of three conditions that sociologists since the 1950s have considered crucial to making close friends: proximity; repeated, unplanned interactions; and a setting that encourages people to let their guard down and confide in each other. 

Friendship is good. It is fun. It is worth the effort. 

What has been your experience with making new friends as an adult? Any tips? 

Do you have a goal for the new year? 




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