This not a keeper. I kept falling asleep as I read it.
Some time ago, I pulled out Dorothy Wordsworth’s Grasmere Journals, read them, and reviewed them on the blog. I knew I had a book of William Wordworth’s Poetry, and thought it would be a good time to find and read it. I was pretty sure it was in a certain place, my bookshelf in the storeroom, and sure enough it was there.
So I dusted it off, brought it up to the sunroom for my noon reading, began reading it every day, and promptly fell asleep. The book was boring! Boring in the extreme.
I’ve another poetry book I found I couldn’t read. It wasn’t boring, but it just wasn’t enjoyable. It wasn’t my kind of poetry. But Wordsworth’s was closer to what I wrote and the type I like to read. So I can’t really explain my aversion to Wordsworth’s poems.
Or maybe I can. In the preface to Lyrical Ballads, Wordsworth explained his philosophy of poetry: that it should in the common language of the day, with meter added. I guess that’s what he did. His poetry is in very plain language, heavy on scene description, short on words that want to keep me reading.
The book of poetry that I didn’t like, I was determined to stick with it until I had read 20 percent of the book. I tried to do that with Wordsworth’s but couldn’t. I stopped at about 12 percent. No, I’m not going to pick this book up again and finish it. In fact, I plan on taking it to the next meeting of my critique group and see if anyone there wants it. If they don’t, it goes straight into donation pile.
I’m now just past six weeks since my heart surgery. That was the time at which all official restrictions ended. But I’m still going to take it a little easy. I don’t think I’ll be lifting anything over 20 pounds. I still won’t be running, not even for 10 paces. In short, I hopefully know my limitations.
But Lynda and I have been walking, on sunny afternoons, finally working up to a mile on Friday and 1.2 miles yesterday. And I’ve been working out in the yard. On two days I worked on thinning my blackberry bushes, which I’m afraid I allowed to grow from rows to one big mass of bushes. I’ve finished the main thinning, though I may thin a little more. Saturday I worked on raking up the cuttings, and cutting them into smaller pieces so they will fit in the wheelbarrow. I figure two more days at least, more likely three.
My handwriting is barely any better. I did some writing on Saturday and Sunday. I was sure better than right after my last stroke, but it’s a long way from where it was. My speech is doing better. I still struggle with certain sound combinations. Don’t ask me to say “Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear,” for I can’t do it. But I’ve been able to sing the hymns at church the last few weeks. It probably helps that I can hardly hear myself over the music. Then again, I taught adult Sunday School class yesterday, and people seemed to understand me.
I’m still gimpy legged going up and down stairs, or even walking on level ground. I make it down to The Dungeon every day of late. But the ability to concentrate on new writing came slowly. Part of that is loss of keyboard control on my laptop, making it necessary to use the wireless keyboard and mouse for everything. Part of it is difficulty typing due to loss of fine motor skills in my left hand, but that might be aggravated by my torn left rotator cuff. Is it the stroke hindering my typing or the fact that it’s difficult to extend my arm to reach the keyboard?
Whichever, I had trouble typing, which resulted in my not wanting to write. I also lost three days of time due to a computer problem. But, by Friday I was ready to put my mind and hands to it and made my daily word goal—Saturday too.
So the healing is coming. Slowly, but it’s happening.
This was a good read for me, but probably of little interest to most readers.
A few months ago, when looking for the next book I wanted to read. There’s no shortage of bookshelves in the house, plus a couple of dozen e-books on my phone. I wanted to read something I was fairly sure I would enjoy yet wouldn’t want to keep. I was in an obscure part of our basement, where we had a few dozen books on a shelf, and I spied the perfect book: The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Vol. 3.
I have no idea where we picked up this book (at a used bookstore or garage sale, no doubt) nor when (at least eight years ago). When I bought it (and it had to be me—Lynda wouldn’t have spent even 50¢ on it. And I knew next to nothing about Virginia Woolf other than a vague notion that she was a writer.
Pulling her letters off the shelf and diving into them caused me to do a little research on her. She was a British author of novels and prose. The period of the letters in this volume, 1923-1928. During this time Woolf wrote three of her novels: Mrs. Dalloway, To The Lighthouse, and Orlando. She was also writing articles and reviews for literary magazines and, on occasion, giving lectures.
And writing letters. The book includes 637 letters. That’s one letters every 3.5 days—and that’s just the letters that have been collected. No doubt she wrote other letters that the recipients didn’t preserve.
The letters were more personal than business. Many were to Woolf’s sister, Vanessa Bell. Many others were to a good friend from adulthood, Vita Sackville-West. Much of the contents we would consider gossip. Woolf was part of what is known the Bloomsbury Set, a group of authors and critics that met in the Bloomsbury section of London. Their heyday was 1905-1920 or so. Thus, this volume is after the days of Bloomsbury.
But Bloomsbury still played a part in in Woolf’s life. Many of the letters are to those who had been part of the Bloomsbury set. They talked about their writings and thoughts, but also about each other and about others in their set. Yes, gossip. And Woolf admitted as much in her letters. I read the book over July to Nov 2024, with an interruption of about a month due hospital stays and illness.
So I come down to my usual questions. How do I rate this book and why do I rate it thusly, will I ever read it again, is it a keeper, and do I recommend it to others. I give it 4-stars, mainly because I like to read letters as unfiltered history. I would have to say, however, that I’ve enjoyed other collections of letters more. I got through all 575 pages, but at times I would read a paragraph, and wonder what I had just read. Was it distracted reading by me or material in the letters that failed to hold my attention.
I don’t see myself ever reading this again, thus it isn’t a keeper. I also don’t recommend it. That is, unless Virgina Woolf is a literary study for you, or you just like reading letters—any letters. One warning if you do want to find and read this letter. My copy was a trade paperback, and it fell apart in two pieces as I rea it. So be gentle with it if you do read it.
The legacy books on the built-in shelves in the living room.
No, not sick of reading. I’m in the midst of reading two different books, one print book and one e-books. Actually, it’s 3 books. There’s one other one out in the sunroom that I’ve almost given up on. Maybe I’ll read a little more in that. And, when I’m done with these two, or three, I’ll transition into two more. Wait, it’s four. There’s also the book I read in the mornings for devotions.
The books on the left are waiting for the buyer to pick them up. The books on the right are waiting for reshelving.
No, not sick of writing books. This last week I finished the first chapter in my next Bible study. I enjoyed doing it, though after almost two months of writing nothing due to my health problems. And the two months before that I was writing at reduced capacity due to the two freak injuries I had in mid-July. So I’m having to get re-used to taking a portion of my day for writing. And working through my fine motor skills for typing. Yes, re-learning the elements of being an author.
Keepers to go back on a shelf, or possibly to be revaluated, but right now adding to the decor in the dining room.
No, what I’m sick of about books is selling them. You see, in the interest of a future downsizing, which after this year of health problems is much closer than we though, we decided to make a big dent in the 2 or 3 thousand books in our house.
That includes what I’ve been calling my legacy books, or more properly termed heirloom books. These include a large number of books published in the 1800s. This has been a lot of work. Looking up the books at on-line sales sites, deciding on a price, placing an ad on Facebook Marketplace, fielding queries, scheduling buyers in, dealing with no-shows, etc. It’s a lot of work.
Books on the dining room table.
I could also say gathering books from various places in the house. We had many boxes of books on shelves in the basement storeroom. Lynda was the one to identify the boxes and carry them upstairs (since I wasn’t allowed to go on stairs after my operation). Our daughter, Sara, also helped carry books upstairs while she was here. The basement is now much cleared of books. Yet, the bookshelves in the basement living room still have lots of books. We have no shortage of building material.
Books on the garage worktable.
The garage worktable is covered by boxes of Christian novels, mainly for women. The dining room table is covered with boxes of misc. books, a cross between legacy and modern books. All those are for sale. Then we have boxes of books in the living room and dining room that Lynda hasn’t yet made the keep/get rid of decision. We also have a pile of books on the hearth, waiting for the buyer to pick up, and another, smaller pile near of books we have decided to keep but haven’t yet looked where to reshelve them.
Why not just give the books away, you ask? It may come to that, especially with the modern ones. But for the legacy books, it seems a shame to not first try to get something for them. Some of them have been in the family for 130 years—first on bookshelves of some kind in the houses David Sexton rented, later in boxes in the boxes in the basement of the house I grew up in in Cranston, Rhode Island, then finally on the bookshelves or in boxes in our house. All that storage and transporting deserves compensation, don’t you think?
At some point, the inventory will be small enough that donation will be more likely. Or the few that are left will be manageable to keep. We’ve already done that with children’s books, 400 of them donated to our church for a special event.
But at some point, I’ll be glad for the dining room table to be clear, the living room clear, and the garage clear of book boxes and loose books to be gone, either sold, donated, or re-shelved.
Lynda and I are in the process of selling books. Not books I’ve written, but books in our personal inventory: books we inherited from parents or bought though the years. One man who bought one book from me wanted to browse what we had. In a box tucked away in our basement storeroom was a book Astronomy and the Bible. It was published in the 1980s, but I don’t remember seeing it before.
The author, Donald B. DeYoung, is a scientist and university professor of physics and astronomy. In his years of teaching and speaking at many events, both academic and Christian, he’s had to answer many questions. How are star distances measured? Has the earth’s tilt changed? What is a quasar? What is the Anthropic Principal? The book consists of these questions and DeYoung’s answers.
I found the book fascinating, and easy reading. The format of questions and answers facilitated quick reading, DeYoung’s answer style also made for easy reading. I was able to finish the book before the buyer came to pick it up.
Since the book was published in 1989, the two deep-space telescopes have been implemented by NASA. We know a lot more about the universe than we did at the time of publication. A few of his answers would be somewhat different in 2024 than they were in 1989. But except for that, the book seems accurate even today.
DeYoung is a professing Christian, and a believer in a young earth. He says there is some evidence in the cosmos for creation about 10,000 years ago. But he does a good job of presenting both old earth and young earth evidence. The reader can decide, taking DeYoung’s answers with other works, both scholarly and popular, and come to their own conclusions.
I give this book 5-stars. It’s a short read, and a good read. But it is sold, so I will likely never read it again. If you’re interested in the subject, and happen to find a used copy of this 35-year-old work, go ahead and read it. I recommend it.
Three borrows in two months: it’s nice to have new readers for this oldie.
When I first started self-publishing, back in 2011, two organizations competed for authors: Amazon, which distributed e-books and print books to its own store; and Smashwords, which distributed e-books to a lot of retailers. I began by uploading my books to Amazon, but before many months passed I also uploaded to Smashwords.
Over the years, other services popped up. Barnes & Noble made it possible to uploads your books directly to them, bypassing the middle men. Another service distributing to retailers was Draft 2 Digital. I made the decision that it was hard enough keeping up with Amazon and Smashwords that I wouldn’t mess with D2D too.
In fact, I had very few sales through Smashwords, and didn’t bother to upload most of my latest books.
Then, a year or two ago, D2D bought out Smashwords. I waited a long time to transfer my books, but finally did early this year. I spent almost no time learning the D2D system. I had too much on my plate, between writing and household and health, to read up on how D2D did things.
In September, I received an e-mail from D2D saying my August sales report was available. That surprised me. I opened the report and found I found I’d sold 1 copy of Dr. Luke’s Assistant and one of my short story “Charlie Delta Delta”. The royalty for each was 32¢! That couldn’t be. I contacted D2D and learned that Hoopla was a different type of retailer. It’s more of a library service, and a “sale” is really a borrow.
Then, Wednesday I received an email from D2D saying my September sales report was available. I downloaded it, and learned I had five sales, all through Hoopla (so really five borrows. One of Documenting America Vol 1, two of Documenting America Home School edition, and two more of Doctor Luke’s Assistant. The problem is: how do I account for these borrows in terms or recording sales. Is a borrow a sale? or something less than a sale?
A borrow means a reader. A sale means a reader—or so you hope. So in terms of readership, a borrow is the same as a sale, maybe even more likely to result in a reader. So, at least for now, I’m counting each borrow as a sale. If that skews my sales number, I may have to rethink that.
Of course, with the delay in D2D reporting, I won’t know each month’s sales until almost a month after the last day of the month. But that’s okay. I’m glad for the additional readers.
AWTHW will feature prominently in my goals for November.
Usually, at the end of one month and beginning of the next, I indicate what progress I made during the month just ended, and what goals I set for the month ahead. Knowing I would have some hospital time around September 30, I made a post on Sept 2 with Sept-Oct goals.
Of course, I didn’t know, on Sept 2, that I would have a stroke on Sept 3 that would put me in the hospital for 14 days and would render it almost impossible to type and handwrite. I didn’t know the heart valve replacement surgery would require a 2nd surgery to implant a pacemaker. Nor did I know that a complication from the surgery would put me back in the hospital for five more days.
So, two months of inability to type, 24 days in the hospital, and quiet convalescence from major surgery, means I had no accomplishments in Sept-Oct. I’m still working/typing/writing at partial strength, November goals will be modest.
Attend writers meetings as I’m able. I have three meetings I can attend.
Blog twice a week, on Mondays and Fridays.
Work on A Walk Through Holy Week, Vol 3. I’d like to finish four chapters, which I think is doable, even at my reduced abilities.
Create the cover of AWTHW V2. This depends on my artist getting her work done.
Redo the cover of V1 of AWTHW. Again, I’m at the mercy of the artist completing her work.
That’s all the goals I’ll make. It will be enough if I can accomplish that.
On Wednesday, our son and his husband fly in from Worcester, MA to give us some help. One primary project is moving my workstation from The Dungeon to someplace upstairs. This involves moving two monitors, the docking station, the wireless printer, and various supplies. I know where I want it to go. In that scenario, they will also have to move the computer desk, both top and bottom portions. They’ll also have to move a small cabinet for the printed to rest on. And, of course, a chair.
That will be done either Wednesday night or Thursday morning. That will be the start of a new era. But it will be nice to have my remote keyboard again and a surface for it to rest on.
Will it work? Maybe. Our kids are worried about me going downstairs. Other tasks, such as filing business papers, and sorting through things in the storeroom, will for some time require me to go downstairs.
Other projects are on the agenda for while Charles and Mario are here. One is for Charles to look through my stamp collection. He said he wanted to look at it before I listed it for sale. Stamp collecting was extremely important to the Todd family over the years, but those years are over and it’s time to sell it. I don’t think there’s much market for stamp collections, so I don’t expect to get much for it.
Then there’s that spare bedroom set. It’s in the basement storeroom, tucked away to form a wall that divides the storeroom into different areas. We need to pull it out into the light, take some photos, and get it listed for sale.
Moving my workstation will result in freeing up a 6-foot worktable. Hopefully we will move that into the storeroom for staging stuff.
I’m sure we’ll have a load or two of miscellaneous things to take to donation. And boxes of books to move to the garage in hopes that they will sell. Some are already advertised on FB Marketplace, but they seem to be generating little interest.
So, will I get any writing done this week? Probably not, but we’ll see.
Opened up once, and healing from that. The Band-Aid covers where the needle and drain tube were inserted over 15 cm to drain my pericardium.
Last Saturday, I went to the ER due extreme difficulty breathing under even mild exertion. I had gone to the ER for the same thing on Thursday, but they sent me home. On Saturday, it was much worse. This time they re-did the test from Thursday (a chest x-ray), did a CT scan, and admitted me. In the middle of the night, they did an echo cardiogram and determined my pericardium, the sac around the heart, had filled with fluid, making it hard for the heart to beat, making it hard for me to breathe.
On Sunday, I underwent moderately invasive surgery to remove the fluid, also putting in a drain tube. They then watched me several days and measured the continued drainage. In all, they pulled 1070 cc of bloody fluid from my pericardium. That’s a fair amount.
An echo cardiogram yesterday morning showed the sac to be clear of fluid, so I was released in the afternoon after a long session with my cardiologist. I’ve been on blood thinners ever since my first stroke in January, and on stronger thinners since my stroke in September. He is concerned about the risk of continued bleeding. So I’m now off blood thinners until a repeat echo cardiogram next week shows no accumulation of new fluid. After that, I may go back on a mild blood thinner.
So what does this all mean going forward? Today I’ll spend some time looking at where my different writing projects stand, and make some plans for the next couple of weeks. One thing that will happen is I will (well, our son and his husband will) move my workstation upstairs, out of The Dungeon. Working in a new space will take some getting used to—although I’ve done that before
For the first time ever, I’m entering a blog post on my cellphone. I’m in ICU in Mwrcy Hospital in Rogers,AR. I came to the ER Saturday evening late, finding myself increasingly unable to catch my breath.
It turned out the sack around my heart, the pericardium, was filling with fluid, making it harder for the heart to pump, and thus harder for me to breathe. They admitted me, and on Sunday did minimally invasive surgery to remove the fluid. 900 cc of fluid.
I think I’m better. Pulse and blood pressure numbers are more normal. I won’t know for sure until I walk, hopefully later today.
I’ll be in for at least one more day, until they remove the drain tube. While I’m here, they’ll do a swallowing test on me to see if theast stroke impaired my swallowing.
