The Booker Award


A hearty, though belated, thanks to fellow blogger, Gail, at The Jotter’s Joint, for nominating my blog. If you’re not familiar with her blog, check it out. I know you’ll be glad you did.

On to the rules …

Accepting this award includes:

  • Nominate other blogs, at least 5 but as many as 10 if you like. Be sure to let them know they’ve been nominated.
  • Post the Booker Award image.
  • Share your top 5 books of all time.

Blogs I nominate:

The Canary Review – A great blog about books.

Nonsense to Momsense – Funny. Funny. Funny.

Magic in Little Things – Touches my heart.

A Minimalist’s Bookshelf – Words about words. Love it.

Kristen Lamb’s Blog – Lots to be learned from this savvy blogger.

Post the award image.

It’s up there on the right. Can’t miss it.

List my top 5 books of all time.

That’s a tough one. I read like it’s required for breathing but here goes …

Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand: You either love Rand’s epic novel or you hate it and all it and it’s author ever stood for. Me? I thoroughly enjoyed the read. I first read it as an impressionable eighteen year old and thought it was the greatest book ever written. I grew up, however, and realized that, for me, it’s just an entertaining story about interesting people. Still love to read it, though.

The Stand, by Steven King: This novel scared the bejeezus out of me. A truly excellent read. If you haven’t read it, then buy it, borrow it, or even snitch it, but read it. Soon.

This Perfect Day, by Ira Levin: Levin delivers the goods in this book. Very, very interesting read. Try it. It’s nothing like Rosemary’s Baby.

The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien: My first introduction to fantasy. Can’t wait for the movie to come out. If it’s half as good as the book, it will be excellent.

The Crystal Cave, by Mary Stewart: Arthur. Merlin. A quest. What more could you want in a great book? It’s a trilogy so be sure to read the other two books as well … The Hollow Hills and The Last Enchantment.

🙂

Nothing to say. Nada. Zilch.


You may or may not have noticed that I’ve not been blogging lately. Either way, I guess the best explanation for my absence from the bloggosphere is to just fess up and admit that I’ve run out of things to say.

To get ideas, I spent the last hour or so reading posts from some of my favorite blogs. They’re fresh, funny, interesting, and full of bits of wit and wisdom and insight.

Me?

I got nothing.

No insight into the way of the world.

No ideas about how to live long and prosper.

Not even a wise crack about the presidential debates.

What to do?

Hmmm?

I know … fake it!

I’ve been on a quest.

I put my house (really a townhouse/condo) on the market about three and a half years ago.  I managed to get three offers and even two contracts but, alas, no sales. So, I decided a couple of months ago, finally, to finish unpacking and forget about selling for a few years.

Since that momentous decision, I’ve found all kinds of things I forgot I had. For example, an Oster Food Center that my mom gave me for Christmas about 25 years ago. She borrowed it from me about two months later and returned it about three years after that. Not being a domestic diva, I stuffed the big old box of food fanatic tools in the closet and forgot all about it until last week. Which is when I discovered that some of the pieces had gone astray, got melted, whatever. Anyway, it still works so my quest has been to find replacement parts.

Enter eBay. I can get a new turntable for the mixer part for about ten bucks. (Apparently, that part got too close to a stove at some point.) Not too much to spend to get this combination mixer/blender/chopper back to perfection. After pulling all the bits and pieces out of the box, though, I realized that the chopper bowl is missing.

Can’t help but wonder what happened to that. Is it stuck in some cabinet corner at my mom’s? I doubt it. She’s moved about a gazillion times in the last twenty years so I might as well look for that part on eBay as well.

Not so fast!

Both my sisters got the same gift from Mom that same Christmas. Last night’s chat with baby sis revealed that she has the chopper bowl and never uses it. So, it’s mine for the pick up. She also has the instruction booklet. Yeah! My daughter will be pleased.

You see, that’s what this quest is all about. Becky is really into domesticity. She makes pickles and jams. (Don’t worry. She’ll get over it eventually.) So, the almost vintage food center, once I have all the bits and pieces again, is going to her house. She can chop and mix and blend to her heart’s content.

And last, but not least, the food center can live long and prosper.

Yes, I really am this goofy. 🙂