600 days into a massive project

600 days ago, on September 5, 2006, I embarked on a massive project–I was going to read every book in Eiseley Library (all except the ones I don’t read.)

I have faithfully logged each book in my personal book file “A catalogue of all I’ve read since September 5, 2006” and periodically taken note of my progress. As of today, my progress log reads:

TOTALS as of 4-27-2008 (600 days)
Juvenile Picture 51
Juvenile, First Read 24
Juvenile, Chapter 37
Juvenile Fiction 138
Juvenile Nonfiction 43
Young Adult 1
Juvenile DVD 14
Juvenile Video 1
Fiction 159
Nonfiction 297
Audio Cassette 2
Audio CD 32
DVD 21
Periodicals 30
Total 850 books
1.42 books per day

Of course, you’ve noted that I’m “reading” audio cassettes and cds, periodicals, and DVDs. Does that really count? And what about children’s picture books. Do they count either? You could say I’m inflating my numbers by including such in my counts.

And you’re probably right. But since this is MY goal, I have the right to make the rules. I have made them, and I’m rather strict about keeping them–in a very legalistic fashion. This particular goal certainly brings a new realization to the teaching that legalism is really a way to make excuses for not following the heart of the law. After all, I’m reading “every book in Eiseley library” (except the ones I don’t read.) The exception makes the original statement untrue–but the rules make it all seem okay.

My Rules

  1. I will NOT read paperback romances (or such that belong to the genre my father refers to as “Harlequins”)
  2. I will NOT read books classified by the library as mysteries or science fiction.
  3. If, after reading 50 pages of a book, I find myself unwilling to finish it, I MAY quit, considering that book as read.
  4. I MAY consciously decide not to read a particular book or section of books after deciding that they are either a worthless waste of time or that reading them would be spiritually or emotionally unhealthy. (Such as I have done with the rest of Meg Cabot’s books.)
  5. After reading every book the library owns by a particular author or in a particular Dewey Decimal classification, I MAY “close out” that author or classification. I am no longer obligated to read any books by that author or in that classification that are acquired by the library after I have “closed” the section “out”. (Such as I have with Lori Wick–meaning I haven’t read “Cassidy” or any of her books written after that one.)
  6. I am only required to “read” audio cds that differ significantly from the written book or are an unique piece of art in and of themselves. (Thus I have listened to several productions of Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar” but have not even once listened to an audio book of Jane Austen’s “Persuasion.”)
  7. In order to count a book primarily consisting of recipes or projects as having been read, I must have completed at least one project from within it. (Thus my separate file of quilting projects I’d like to do sometime–with the book they came from and a photo of the project for easy reference.)

This project is both liberating and constraining.

It has been the impetus for reading many books that I otherwise may not have read–Realizing that I’d have to read all of the books contained in “The Book of Great Books” anyway, I figured I’d join my cousin in reading them through. (So far, since deciding to join that project earlier this month, I have read “For Whom the Bell Tolls” and “The House of Seven Gables”, as well as re-reading “The Scarlet Letter” and “Candide”.)

This project has also encouraged me to try new things with quilting–such as beginning to make baby quilts for each pregnant woman of my acquaintance.

I’ve forced myself through 50 pages of some books–only to discover that pages 51 to 179 weren’t really that bad. And sometimes I’ve forced myself through 50 pages and thanked Nancy Pearl, the author of “Book Lust”, for giving me permission to put a book down after 50 pages.

I’ve looked at books and then decided not to read them–because they weren’t a part of Eiseley’s collection. I’ve looked at books and decided they really were worth reading–even though they weren’t part of Eiseley’s collection.

I’ve eagerly worked my way through an entire author just so I could get that author over with–and I’ve worked my way through an author only to be sorrowful that I was done, and wouldn’t ever HAVE to read that author again. I’ve read a few books from authors I’d already “closed out”–because I’d so fallen in love with the author’s style. I’ve also taken authors or categories slowly–thinking I have plenty of time to read what I’m not interested in–might as well enjoy whatever strikes my fancy now.

I was born to be a project person–I’ve always loved projects, goals, unattainable flights of fancy. And this one, for the last 600 days, has served me well.


The Cyber-Stalker Speaks

I’ve been a cyber-stalker for much of my online life–reading blogs but never commenting, visiting sites and never leaving any sign of my existence. Even when logging on to a forum is required to read it–I log on, read it, and leave. I never post.

For the last six months or so, I’ve been following the Bergeron family daily. I’ve delighted in reading about their lives and enjoyed the blissful escape into large family life–a life so familiar compared to the mundane oddity of the lives of those who surround me. Reading regular books and blogs, hearing about “normal” people’s lives–I love all of that, but most of it is an alien landscape for me. I don’t know the trials and delights of carpooling to school–unless you count squishing a tenth or eleventh into the family van for a trip to church. I don’t understand “boredom” or “playdates”. So, Renee’s family gives me a touch of home.

I enjoy reading bakersdozen so much that I also enjoy sharing Renee’s anecdotes with my friends. A friend and I will be quilting together and I’ll say “So, the lady whose blog I read…” and I’ll share a funny story from a recent post. My friends and family know all sorts of information about Renee’s children, her systems of organization, her scrapbooking.

But throughout all of this, I have never bothered to comment or e-mail, or otherwise let it be known that I am reading. What could I add anyway?

Well–the long silence has been broken–the cyber-stalker has spoken. I have decided to be polite and make my presence known. So I posted a comment.


Taken as Tacit Approval?

Today at work, we had a luau–or more specifically, we assisted the HSS RA’s in hosting a luau. Staff were invited to wear a Hawaiian print or otherwise brightly colored outfit to work.

What I didn’t mention was why we (or more specifically, the HSS RA’s) were giving this luau. The luau was named the “Latex Luau”–it was a celebration of safe sex.

Those of you who know me, know that I am not at all a proponent of safe sex. In fact, I remember declaring in a conversation with a coworker during one of my first weeks on the job that “I’ll keep my vagina to myself, thank you very much.” The best way, and only way to practice “safe sex” is by abstaining from sex until a mutually monogamous relationship made permanent by a marriage license. Period.

So when two values clash–when I am offered a choice of wearing a brightly colored dress at work or wearing my uniform as a conscientious objector–which do I choose? I chose to wear my bright orange 70’s tropical print dress.

Me in Tropical Dress

And what I’m wondering is–have I compromised my values or weakened my testimony by wearing a dress that could be taken as tacit approval of the “safe sex” message?


I’M MOVING!!!!

“Where to?” I hear you asking. “Didn’t you just get into the internship you wanted–in Lincoln? Why would you move?”

Calm down–you’re right. I did get into the internship I wanted, in Lincoln–which means I won’t have to move from the wonderful house I currently rent. Instead, I’m moving out of my craft room and completely into my bedroom.

You see, my sister and I have long desired that our home could be a place of ministry–and we both want to be wise with the resources God has given us. So, we have decided to find another roommate–someone who would be able to use my current craft room. That will enable us to stay here and serve a couple of Anna’s classmates who have only a few rotations here in Lincoln–just long enough to need a place to live, just short enough that it’s not feasible to keep an apartment of their own.

So Anna will be cleaning out her room and adding a second bed for when her classmates are in town, and I’m moving entirely into my bedroom.

I’m glad I’ll have a while to work on it though–I have tons of stuff. But I’m pretty pleased with my initial desk setup. Check it out:

Picture of bedroom

I know: the desk is pretty bare (I moved it right before work, okay?), there are books under the computer desk (I pulled it from the trash a while back and part of the shelf underneath is broken), the corner is bare (I’m planning on making a little shelf for that space), there’s a lot of exposed cardboard about (I’ve got some contact paper to cover it with–just be patient), and there’s junk on the floor in the foreground (It was a snap decision to start moving today–and I didn’t really bother to clean anything before I moved it.)–but even so, I think it has potential.


The Principle of Patience

How often do you and I decide that we need something and run out immediately to buy it–only to discover that we already had something that could have fit the bill or that the same item went on sale only a week later? I can’t say how often I’ve done so. Or how often I’ve seen something neat at the store and bought it on the spot–only to arrive home to find that it doesn’t fit, or I have a similar one already, or my sister (and roommate) just bought the same thing.

We’ve been studying finances at church in the last few weeks, and the one thing that has most impressed me has been the practical idea of just waiting before making a purchase. I’m choosing to call it the principle of patience. It’s choosing to say, “I won’t die if I don’t get this right now. How about I just sit on it for a week before making the decision to purchase it?”

The principle of patience has served me well in the past:

When I made my sink caddy earlier this month, I had intended to purchase one but hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Then I discovered that I could make one for a lot cheaper.

I found a neat gravity feed can rack

at the Container Store and fell in love with it. I searched our local discount stores and couldn’t find one–so, rather than purchase one online, I made one from cardboard and contact paper for a fraction of the price.

cardboard can rack

My mattress is a bit old and has a sunk-in center–such that I’m constantly being poked by the springs when I’m trying to get to sleep. I’ve been contemplating buying a new mattress, or at least a foam mattress topper. Then, last night, I had an “Eureka!” moment. It just so happens that we have a futon mattress that we’re not currently using–a relatively thin mattress. And it just so happens that I can place that mattress right on top of mine and just do the bed up on top of it–and it works great! I can have a comfortable night of sleep.

I could have searched for a “priceless” (i.e. very expensive after interest) experience using Mastercard–or I can practice a truly priceless principle: Patience. And patience, unlike Mastercard, generally pays YOU in the end.


Matched

12:01 this morning, the results to the Dietetic Internship Computer Matching became available.

I was up to check them.

What I didn’t count on was that every other person who signed up for computer matching would also be up to check them.

Which meant the website would be overloaded with traffic.

It took 5 minutes to be able to access the main page, 10 more to access the login page. Once I had the login page, I had to type in my login several times and submit it again as each attempt timed out.

Anna came to ask me how it turned out at 12:18. I had to tell her I didn’t know yet. So she stood behind me for the next 7 minutes until the operation went through and I was able to access my matching page.

This is what I saw…

Match screenshot

I read it aloud, hardly believing it was true. But there it was, in black and white: “I am pleased to inform you that you have been appointed (computer matched) to University of Nebraska, Lincoln.”

There it is guys. I’ve been computer matched to UNL. TO UNL! I can’t believe it. I hoped that it would be true. I prayed that it would be true. I thought of how everything else I thought God had been saying lined up with it. But I couldn’t let myself believe that it might be true. I couldn’t just assume that it would be so. But it is! It’s true. I’ve been appointed to UNL!

Jason encouraged me tonight at home group to wait until Tuesday to respond–to take my full two days to pray about it. And I will–but I’ve been matched to UNL! My heart’s desire, right there.

Wow, God. That’s all I can say. Wow. I hardly wanted to hope it was possible. But it’s true. Now for the rest–the rest that God will supply just as He has this. Roommate decisions. Mexico. Learning Spanish. When to quit my job. Grad Assistantship or Not. Filing for financial aid again. God will supply.

Not that He wouldn’t have if I’d been matched to either of the other programs. But it is nice to have my desires line up with my appointment. Very nice indeed.

I’ve been delighting
But I’m not sighting
Where are those dreams
You said You’d fulfill?

Forgive me for my lack of faith. Sometimes I just have to wait for you to unveil the dreams–each one in its proper time.


I don’t know…You Choose…

The problem with blogging is that sometimes you don’t have anything truly spectacular to write about–and sometimes you have lots of ideas but aren’t sure which one is the real “stand out” idea. Or you have lots of ideas from yesterday–or a week ago–that you didn’t write about then because something else came up. But now they’re too old–nobody’ll be interested anymore, will they?

Take for instance, today’s options:
–Have a Happy Pill
–Football Saturdays: Flashback (or Forward?) to Fall
–Every morning when I make my oatmeal…
–How does my garden grow?
–I can’t tell whether to be excited or scared
–Makeshift car repair: a do-it-yourself manual

So, what would you like to hear about? E-mail me at my webmaster account (or my normal address if you happen to know it) and let me know. I’ll write about it next time I don’t have anything to write about ;-)


He believed God

Abram was something around 80 years old and childless when God told him he that his descendants would be as the stars of the sky. Abram’s wife, Sarai, was about 70. But Abram “believed in the Lord, and He (God) accounted it to him (Abram) for righteousness.” (Genesis 15:6) About 20 years passed before God made good on His promise. But He did.

There rests one of the hardest parts of the Christian walk–believing in the Lord. Can I take God at His word, even when life doesn’t seem to confirm that it’s true? Can I trust God when He takes twenty years to make good on His promise? Too often, I lose heart–focusing on the unfulfilled promise and asking God why.

A few months ago, I wrote this song about that struggle–and as a submission of faith. I believe You Lord, even when I don’t see. I am clay–have Your way. Speak Your word, I will obey.

I am clay: Please forgive the rudeness of this recording–there’s only so much I can do with my rudimentary recording tools here at home.


Taxes are already done…

so I’ve been spending the day working on other projects.

The kitchen is done

I’ve been working along with flylady over the past couple of weeks, faithfully working each zone. Well, last week’s zone was the kitchen. I cleaned the appliances, the cupboards, the faucet, the countertops. I decluttered a bit. And, of course, I’ve been keeping the sink shining and have faithfully washed (and put away) my dishes. But a blight has remained on the landscape of my kitchen–the floor. I haven’t mopped it for months. And you can tell. At least, you could until this morning. I scrubbed the floor and boy does it look nice!

kitchen

To paraphrase a woman I read about long ago, whose name I no longer remember:
“The kitchen is done.”

The laundry is done

I rigged up a clothesline in my backyard and Mom’s and did some laundry today. The wind was blowing and the sun was shining–and my laundry dried more quickly than it would have in the dryer!

Laundry on Line

While putting away the laundry, I made organizers for a few more of my drawers–and made my bed with sheets that smell like sunshine!

Drawer Organizer
Fully Made Bed

A couple of quilt tops are done

Nine years ago, I purchased fabric and started cutting pieces for a quilt. Today, I finished marking the top for quilting. All I have to do now is quilt and finish it.

Quilt top

Three days ago, I started a baby quilt for one of the couples in our church who are having a baby. Today, I finished the top of the quilt. All I have to do now is quilt and finish it.

Baby quilt top

Completion–it feels nice–no matter how long it took to get there.

The garden is ready

I decided that I want to plant a garden this year–not a big one like I’ve tried in the past (and desperately failed at)–just a little one. So today I went out and emptied a little plot of its volcanic rocks, took out a volunteer tree, and prepared the area for planting.

garden plot

I plan on planting radishes, spinach, and lettuce tomorrow.

Flylady surprise challenge accomplished

Flylady sent a surprise challenge today–go through the house and find everything you’ve borrowed from someone and return it. I returned these 9 items to Mom and Dad.

Items returned to Mom and Dad

Groceries, check

I’ve had the fabric to make some grocery bags sitting in my craft room for a while. Today, I finally made one–and promptly used it at Walmart. I then emptied its contents into a box and used it at SuperSaver for my groceries.

Grocery bags filled with stuff

I’m quite pleased with it–now I just have to make the matching one so I can take care of those “stock up” trips. Earth Mother I am!

Miscellany–what else I did today

I got some flowers at Walmart and transplanted them into a bucket I’d cut drainage holes into. I plan on sticking it out by the bench in the walk–but for now I’m leaving it indoors overnight. I’m not sure about the protocol for transplanting and immediately exposing to the cold.

Flowers in a bucket

Aside from that, all I did today was:
–Read a few chapters of Rediscovering Birth
–Do my devotions
–Lubricate the back sliding door
–Pay the Sprint bill
–Put away my winter clothes
–Do some general tidying
–Take out some trash
–Begin a “give away” pile
–Dry out my Bible after getting it wet
–Prepare and eat a couple of meals

It was a pretty productive day. And now I’m tired, so I’m gonna go to sleep. ;-)


MY Dance

Our pastor’s son, Brandon, mentioned to me a while back that his sister Ashley had been imitating me during worship. When I sat a bit further back than normal on Easter Sunday, I noticed this same phenomenon.

Ashley

I recognized the rhythms of her dance, the movement of her arms and hands. She was dancing my dance before the Lord.

It’s a great and awesome responsibility to be a role model for a young child. Jesus said “whoever causes one of these little ones to stumble, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were thrown into the sea.” Little children are born imitators–when they imitate me, do they see a walk of uprightness or do they stumble because of me?

It’s a sobering thought. Ashley watches and imitates every sway of my arms, every swish of my hips. She imitates me as I bow or kneel. When I twirl, so does she. So what does she learn as she imitates me?

Does she learn the greatness and worthiness of God as she imitates my worship? Does she see His love as we dance together? Does she follow a life of devotion to the King? Or does she see exhibition, inhibition, or insincerity? Do I put a stumbling block in the way of my little imitator, or am I letting this little one come unto Christ?

Lord, grant that I, like Paul, could say “Imitate me, as I imitate Christ.”