wordinista: (Possess those shores with me!)

Well, rather than let myself get filled with indignation, however rightous, and just complain and be angry over all of these dogs that have been dumped at shelters or simply given up, I've decided to do something, however small, about it.  The other day I submitted a volunteer application for ARPH, an Australian Shepherd Rescue organization.  I spent an hour this morning talking to the area rep, who seems really nice, and lives in the next town over, so I'm really feeling good about it (and also, loose plans for a puppy playdate this week!  Yay!).  We don't have the space to be a foster home for dogs, but I can scan the shelters and notify the rep if an Aussie's at the shelter, and then she'll go about trying to find a foster home for it, and it looks like she's going to need some help getting the organization a bit more established in this area (I was already aware that there wasn't a lot of representation for Aussie rescue in this part of Florida).  So, if nothing else, I think it'll be a great experience.  A lot of folks on the Australian Shepherd forum I frequent do a lot of work with ARPH and STAAR ("Second Time Around Aussie Rescue"), so it's been on my mind for a while now.

I had thought about volunteering at the animal shelter, but given that I burst into tears when I just read stories of dogs that have been given up or abandoned, I'm pretty sure that's not a very good fit. But I have resolved to bring a donation of SOME sort down once a month -- kibble or cat litter or toys or towels (Sam's Club has ginormous bags of kibble and cat litter at really reasonable prices) -- simply because kicking irresponsible owners in the shins... is probably not the most sound plan, leaglly speaking.  And our local county-run shelter is just... it's a depressing place.  They have a lot of land, but the drainage is utterly nonexistent, so with a bit of rain it gets converted into swampland.  It's overcrowded and ... "dreary" is probably the best word for it.  Probably because it is SO overcrowded.  (Seriously -- they have kitty overspill in the lobby. The rooms where the cages are kept are full, so they've set up cages wherever there's room.)

I know ARPH is breed specific, and part of me feels a twinge of guilt, because ... well, who's watching the mixed breeds' backs?  But this is... I think this will be a good way to find out if I CAN help, and if I want to be more active with volunteer work.  I'll see how it goes, and then take it from there.



On a completely unrelated note:  my panettone recipe continues to thwart me.  I think I just made another batch of panettone-biscotti (panetotti?).  Which isn't a bad thing, but I still cannot figure out where I'm going wrong with this recipe, and I am nearly out of the orange confit I made specifically FOR the recipe.  Am considering trying one more time -- later, once I'm not completely tired of fruited bread -- and going off-recipe to see if my hunch is correct.  But for the nonce, I'm out of bread flour and vanilla extract (I'd also like to pick up some Fiore di Sicillia from The Baker's Catalogue for my next attempt), and at least the house has something sweet in it.  Even if it's something botched.

I also finished reading Fangland by John Marks, and I have a lot to say about it -- not all of it good -- but I need to collect my thoughts a bit more.  The first half of the book was really quite good.  The second half tried my patience and pissed me off and made me want to smack the author upside the head with a nice, hefty hardcover edition of Dracula.
wordinista: (Lit H0R!)
Ganked from various people on my f-list!

List 10 books you have on your bookshelf that you think nobody else on your friends list has on theirs.

*cracks knuckles*

1. The Complete Political & Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Edited by James Dykes Campbell. 1901. (Out of print.) This one has a great deal of sentimental value for me, because it's the first "rare" book I ever bought. I also love STC like a mad thing.

2. Horror Ficton in the Protestant Tradition, Victor Sage. 1988. (Out of print, as far as I can tell. I got this one for Christmas during grad school after handing my mother a wish-list of hard-to-find/out of print books.)

3. Baudelaire's Literary Criticism, by Rosemary Lloyd. (Also out of print, I think. I bought this one while I was researching my Master's thesis.)

4. The Age of Reason Begins, by Will and Ariel Durant. (Ditto out of printo. Also bought (or maybe given for Christmas?) while researching my thesis.)

5. Valperga, by Mary Shelley. (Going out on a limb with this one -- not one of her more famous novels.)

6. The 'Cane Mutiny: How the Miami Hurricanes Overturned the Football Establishment, by Bruce Feldman. Yes, I really read a whole book on the history of one football team. DON'T JUDGE ME.

7. The Devil in Love, by Jacques Cazotte. Numbered edition (219 of 365), copyright 1925. Out of print. (This book is a translation of the French novella that inspired Mathew Lewis' The Monk. My mother found it I DO NOT KNOW WHERE OR HOW OMG and gave it to me for Christmas several years back.)

8. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Illustrated edition. Copyright 1886. Waaay out of print. (Huge sentimental value here -- Mom gave me this as a gradution present when I got my earned my BA.)

9. H: The Story of Heathcliff's Journey Back to Wuthering Heights, by Lin Haire-Sargeant. (I'm kind of embarrassed to admit I have this one. I'm doubly embarrassed to admit liking it. I'm also pretty sure it's out of print.)

10. The Waverley Novels: Surgeon's Daughter and Castle Dangerous, by Sir Walter Scott. Copyright, 1879. (A professor in my first year of grad school gave us a syllabus that had NOTHING BUT OUT OF PRINT BOOKS ON IT. I found this one on Ebay. Fail, prof. Fail.)

EDIT: HOLY CRAP. Just looked up what some of those books are going for on Alibris. HOLY CRAP.

HP7: DH

Jul. 21st, 2007 08:10 pm
wordinista: (Remus/Tonks: Adorable credit to potterpu)
I'm done.  I have no idea how long it took me to read it, as there were necessary breaks throughout which doubtless lengthened my reading time.

I... am also completely emotionally exhausted.

But I am not disappointed.  Sniffly and puffy-eyed, but not disappointed.

More after I've had a chance to mull.
wordinista: (Bunnicula)
I am logging off for the rest of the night to curl up with my HP Lovecraft anthology, Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors, and possibly a cuppa.  (Or possibly hot chocolate. I kinda wish we had apple cider, actually, but I will make do with what we've got.)  Lovecraft was an effing genius.  He can give me the heebies AND the jeebies on a Sunday morning, never mind on Halloween night.  :D

...


Ooooh, why am I only now considering re-reading Hogg's Confessions of a Justified Sinner?  Oh, that was a GOOD one.  Oh, oh!  And... crap, what was it?  Wieland?  Oh, man, that was an awesome book.  (I am totally convinced that it inspired the movie Frailty, which is a top favorite of mine.)
wordinista: (I need a vacation)
Was getting the big stubborn dork to admit that he's sick and agree to go to the doctor.  Both things happened this morning.

Why, oh, why do these things always happen on class days?  I'm all crampy too (like, the 3rd month in a row that Teh Girlbits have rebelled on a Thursday), so this has been a super uber fun day. 

Basically, Tora has been averaging about 2-3 hours a sleep a night, because he's coughing so much.  He was supposed to go back to work on Wednesday, but ended up staying home yesterday and today -- and will be home tomorrow, too.  Because -- wait for it -- he has either bronchitis or walking pneumonia (impossible to tell which for sure without doing a chest x-ray).  The doc is treating him for walking pneumonia, just to be on the safe side.  So he's now presently doped up on god only knows what -- Avalox and... something else.  Oh, and he got his first Albuterol inhaler.

The good thing is that Tora is the type of guy who will only go to the doctor when something is seriously wrong.  The last time he went, he was in high school.  Basically, he doesn't get sick -- I mean, aside from the occasional cold here or there.  So the antibiotics the doc prescribed him will probably kick the snot out of his sickness (no pun intended), because he doesn't get antibiotics very often.

Unfortunately, because I missed class last week, and because we only have, like, two or three class meetings left, I have to go to class tonight.  HAVE TO.  So I can't sit with him and dote on him like I normally would.  (No, really -- I totally would.)

I liked the doc that he saw, though.  My normal GP couldn't fit him in today or tomorrow, so we made an appointment with R&C's GP.  I liked him so much, I'm considering changing once the insurance stuff goes through.  (Holy cow, I'm going to have insurance.

Long story short -- Tora's sick, Bunneh's crampy, and there's still Finance class tonight.

The good news?  I finally broke down and bought American Gods (though I came THISCLOSE to buying the new hardcover edition of Good Omens, except that the only copy B&N had left was the Aziraphale cover, and I totally want the Crowley cover), and plan to start it either tonight or tomorrow, because when more than one person tells me I need to read something, I typically find that I wish I'd listened to the masses earlier.  [livejournal.com profile] mephistophela, I'm looking at you.  You too, [livejournal.com profile] everstar3.  And YOU, [livejournal.com profile] mscongeniality.  (You've all rec'd Uncle Neil Gaiman to me at one time or another.  It's time for me to start slogging through the rest of his stuff.)

*sigh*  Time to leave for class.  The plan is to leave early, stop at Starbucks, and get there early to meet with one of my group members so we can bitch about the idiot group member we weren't able to ditch from the first Finance class make sure we're on the same page with everything.
wordinista: (Tea! Gimme gimme!)
There's something inexplicably pleasant about sitting in a darkened room, in fuzzy, comfy clothes, your hair wet from the shower, minty lotion on your feet (which are encased in thick socks) while there's a thunderstorm raging outside.

The only thing that's missing from this scenario is tea. *looks outside* And a harder downpour. It's looking rather wussy out there.

Finding it difficult to get motivated to write anything, even though these are the conditions under which I prefer to write. (Ooh, the rain's coming down harder! Come on, little raindrops!) But mostly I just feel like cozying up in my chair (after I've made some tea) and being blissfully lazy.

Unfortunately, Florida rainstorms don't last very long -- hurricanes excepted. Those last far too long.

I'm about halfway through Tam Lin and while I'd love dearly to curl up and plow through more of the novel, I'm so relaxed that I'm pretty sure I'd fall asleep, and I don't really feel like falling asleep.

Hmm. First, tea. Then I'll consider my options on how to waste a rainy Sunday afternoon. :D

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