Booking Through Thursday: Weeding

btt button The Booking Through Thursday for today is:

We’re moving in a couple weeks (the first time since I was 9 years old), and I’ve been going through my library of 3000+ books, choosing the books that I could bear to part with and NOT have to pack to move. Which made me wonder…

When’s the last time you weeded out your library? Do you regularly keep it pared down to your reading essentials? Or does it blossom into something out of control the minute you turn your back, like a garden after a Spring rain?

Or do you simply not get rid of books? At all? (This would have described me for most of my life, by the way.)

And–when you DO weed out books from your collection (assuming that you do) …what do you do with them? Throw them away (gasp)? Donate them to a charity or used bookstore?  SELL them to a used bookstore? Trade them on Paperback Book Swap or some other exchange program?

I “weed it” every now and then, but not systematically — just whenever the excess stacked in double rows on shelves starts to bug me…like it is now. We just don’t have room for any more bookcases, and I hate the thought of putting them in the attic where bugs or humidity or temperature extremes might damage them, though I do have a few boxes of children’s books up there that I hope stay in good condition for grandchildren. I love the idea of reading them the same books I read to my kids. But otherwise I’d much rather someone got some use out of them now rather than have them stuffed in the attic for years and then rotting.

When I do give them away, first I consider whether anyone I know would want any of them, then whether my son’s school library could use them. I’ve given some away via blog giveaways, but most of the time my giveaways aren’t books I’m trying to get rid of: they’re books I bought extra copies of because I liked them so much I want others to enjoy them, too. But most go to a charity like Salvation Army.  My mom used to live near a store that would let you trade in used books for store credit, but I don’t know if we have any bookstores that do that here — the only bookstore I am aware of is Barnes and Noble, and I am sure they don’t! I haven’t checked out online book swaps. I just don’t want to mess with listing them and then packaging and sending them, though I might think about that if I have a book for a particular audience that I think might languish away at a charity store.

A related question would be how one decides what books to get rid of. That is a very hard task. Some books are almost like dear friends that I have shared special times with: there’s something wistful or nostalgic about keeping them. Plus if I think I might use it again, it will cost more to buy it later, so it is more economical to keep it. But when “weeding” I try to ask myself these questions:

1. Am I ever realistically going to read this again?

2. Do I honestly think I’ll ever refer to it again?

3. Do I seriously think my children might want it some day?

4. Could someone else get more use out of it than it is getting just sitting here on my shelf?

It’s still not easy to part with them, but that last questions especially helps.

A Thousand Words In Idioms: The Rainy Version

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If “language is the dress of thoughts” ( Johnson), then idioms must the wardrobe.

Jientje at Heaven Is In Belgium hosts A  Thousand Words In Idioms on Wednesdays wherein she asks participants to illustrate an idiom or two with a photo. This is the next-to-last opportunity to participate as the challenge will end after next Wednesday.

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Into each life some rain must fall.

This means that every life will have its bad days…or weeks, or seasons. But just as the rain serves its purpose in the earth, so do those less-than-bright days in our lives, if we’ll let them.

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Come rain or shine.

This means that plans will go on no matter what happens.

Stop by Jientje‘s for more idiom illiustrations.

Whew!

I think this is the most time I’ve spent away from my blog since starting it three years ago: with the exception of a quick (but meaningful!) post of a hymn on Sunday, I haven’t posted anything since Friday. It’s been a busy weekend — a busy couple of weeks, in fact. As we were leaving for school this morning, I asked Jesse if we were sure there was nothing extra on schedule for today!

The ladies of our church were invited to a ladies’ conference at another church about 45 minutes away this past weekend. We get a smattering of such invitations, usually in the spring, and, you know, can’t just go running off every weekend, but a few of us usually do try to make this one. They only have it once every three years, and it is sponsored by a church where several of us have friends: it was my pastor’s wife home church as she was growing up, and the pastor’s wife there is a friend from college. Mrs. Beneth Peters Jones was the speaker, and the theme was “Christ My Light.”

I have to say, to my shame, that the theme itself did not generate much excitement at first. I think those of us who have been Christians for a while have to be careful in thinking, “Oh, I’ve heard that before.” Even if we have, we could use the reminders, but often we can learn something new or a new way to practically apply truth. There was much to ponder. I enjoyed the sessions very much, as well as the decorations, music, and food — especially the muffins between the sessions Saturday morning and the men serving dinner Friday night (several of our ladies said, “We ought to have our men do that at our next luncheon!) Seven of our ladies were able to go Friday night and three Saturday morning. The two of us who road together Saturday morning questioned what we were doing driving somewhere at 7:30 a.m. on a Saturday — but we enjoyed the fellowship and the meetings.

The rest of Saturday was taken up with laundry, grocery shopping, and enough cleaning to keep the health department from condemning us. Sunday was a regular Sunday, then our ladies’ meeting was last night with more than the usual preparation throughout the day.

And now for the next two weeks there are no outside appointments or obligations that I can think of. It feels so luxurious! I have some catch-up cleaning to do today but want to really dig into the craft room this week. Melli mentioned in an earlier comment that she was still waiting on pictures of it. I said, “Me, too!” I’m still working in it/on it. In fact, we made cards for missionaries last night, and that part of the craft stuff is about all I have organized so far. I did wince at the thought of putting it all in boxes to take to the meeting and now having to put it all back again. But it was for a good cause, and it was a fun time.

I did get a call from the doctor’s office this morning about my knee x-rays. Apparently I do have bone spurs there, and she offered to refer me to someone about getting some kind of shots in them, but I told her they were tolerable for now.

My tendency, when it’s not busy or there are no deadlines, is to drift a little…or a lot…and lose my momentum and not get as much done. But I already have a to-do list for the day, so we’ll see how it goes.

Meanwhile I wanted to share this: I saw it on a friend’s Facebook this morning and thought it looked so fun!

Sweetly Resting

This hymn came to mind last week when I was writing about a quiet heart being one resting in the Lord, so I looked it up this afternoon. I don’t think I have ever sung it in a congregation: I’ve just heard it on recordings or the radio. Unfortunately the only recording I can find of it is instrumental.

In the rifted Rock I’m resting;
Safely sheltered, I abide.
There no foes nor storms molest me,
While within the cleft I hide.

Refrain

Now I’m resting, sweetly resting,
In the cleft once made for me.
Jesus, blessèd Rock of Ages,
I will hide myself in Thee.

Long pursued by sin and Satan,
Weary, sad, I longed for rest.
Then I found this heav’nly shelter,
Opened in my Savior’s breast.

Refrain

Peace which passeth understanding,
Joy the world can never give,
Now in Jesus I am finding;
In His smiles of love I live.

Refrain

In the rifted Rock I’ll hide me
Till the storms of life are past;
All secure in this blest refuge,
Heeding not the fiercest blast.

Refrain

~ Mary D. James

Friday’s Fave Five

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Susanne at Living to Tell the Story hosts a “Friday Fave Five” in which we share our five favorite things from the past week. Click on the button to read more of the details, and you can visit Susanne to see the list of others’ favorites or to join in.

1. My semi-annual clothes switch. We have pretty small closets in this house, so twice a year I have to switch out seasonal clothes between the attic and the closet. Though I like my spring/summer clothes better, seeing the fall/winter ones again are like seeing old friends. It’s almost like having something new to wear.

2. Finding my purple dress. There was one particular dress I was looking for this week that’s just good for many occasions and isn’t strictly winter, but I couldn’t find it. It wasn’t in the back of my closet nor in the storage box for off-season clothes. Finally I remembered I had put some clothes in a separate box as there were more than would fit in the old one, so we found the box in the attic last night. I was beginning to be afraid I had accidentally given it away, so I was relieved.

3. Days off from school. Though school was cancelled for a bad reason — about 1/4 of the school was out sick — and that’s not a favorite thing, nevertheless I don’t mind not setting the alarm clocks for a few extra days. And thankfully we have all been well except for a couple of days of sore throats.

4. A mammogram is not a favorite thing, but the fact that it is done for at least another year is. I’ve been supposed to schedule it since last spring but just hadn’t gotten around to it. And since October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, let me point you to this post at Rocks in My Dryer, where she describes what happens for anyone who might be apprehensive of the procedure. Mine was a bit more uncomfortable that what she describes, but only for a few seconds at a time.

5. An order came in from Pale Pink and Roses, purchased during Make Mine Pink’s Friday Shopping Event.

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That little cupboard is just darling. I am going to use it in my craft room but I am not sure exactly how yet. And it is amost impossible to find pink linens in stores here.

That’s it for today — hope you have a great Friday!

So a private investigator rang our doorbell tonight…

…about 7:30 and said she needed a safe place to stay until about 9:00 and asked if she could stay in her car in front of our house.

Doesn’t that sound bizarre?

What made it seem even more so was that I had just finished making some phone calls on the couch, had just gotten up to leave the room, and was close to the door when the doorbell rang, so it startled me. Jim was in the next room and didn’t know I was in the living room, so he came around the corner, and I accidentally startled him. So we were both a little rattled anyway when we received this strange request.

My first thought was, “I’ve never heard a P.I. ask that on TV,” followed by, “How private is it if you’re telling us?”

Jim told her it was a public street and she could park there if she wanted to. She said she just wanted to let us know what she was doing.

So for the rest of the evening I felt self-conscious every time I walked in front of the living room windows or turned a light on in a room on that side of the house, feeling like someone was watching.

Of course we wonder who she is investigating. Jim said maybe she was just trying to hitch onto our Internet signal.

I don’t know. Weird!

Booking Through Thursday: Discuss!

btt button I haven’t done a Booking Through Thursday for a while, but today they used one of my submitted questions:

I was wanting to try a certain author and wished I knew someone who had read her works so I could get a recommendation when it occurred to me that having a “YOU ask the question” Booking Through Thursday might be fun. Each participant could ask a question they’ve wanted to discuss with other readers. Perhaps, like me, you’d like a recommendation of a certain author’s best work, or perhaps you LOVE a certain genre or series but no one else you know does and you’d just like to discuss it with someone. Or perhaps you want to try a new genre and would like recommendations from seasoned readers.

I’ve been wanting to try something written by Agatha Christie, probably either dealing with Miss Marple or Poirot, but I am open to anything else she has written.

Do you like Agatha Christie? What do you like about her? Which of her novels would you recommend and why?

And thank you for your responses!

If you review books or other products on your blog…

…you might want to read this interview with Richard Cleland of the Federal Trade Commission,  which is  revising its guidelines concerning bloggers who do product reviews.

I can understand the need to disclose to readers that a post is a paid post or that a book or product being reviewed has been received for free in exchange for a review. But Cleland is mistaken that “there’s an expectation that you’re going to write a positive review.” Well, there may be that expectation on the part of the company sending out products for review, but most reviewers I’ve read don’t hesitate to say when they don’t like an item. But I can understand that some might provide a positive review in exchange for compensation, and the FTC wants to disclose that relationship.

This, however, seems overkill to me:

In the case of books, Cleland saw no problem with a blogger receiving a book, provided there wasn’t a linked advertisement to buy the book and that the blogger did not keep the book after he had finished reviewing it. Keeping the book would, from Cleland’s standpoint, count as “compensation” and require a disclosure.

A link back to a site where the product can be bought seems to me to just save a step in the process for the reader. And if every book reviewer had to send back the books they read, that just seems unnecessarily burdensome. Most books I’ve reviewed average about $12 or so — that seems like awfully small potatoes for the FTC to be worried about. I do know book reviewers who then give away the books they’ve received in connection with their review. I wonder if that is acceptable?

For the record, I mainly review books here that I have purchased just because I enjoy them and want to share them with others who might enjoy them. There have been just a handful that I’ve reviewed after receiving a request to do so and a free copy of the book, and I am pretty sure I have disclosed that in all of the reviews. So far I have turned down requests for reviews of books whose authors I am unfamiliar with.

You can find a good explanation of the FTC’s guidelines at Blogging Basics 101.

Bits and pieces

  • You know how when you shake a snow globe, everything inside keeps swirling around for a while before it settles down? That’s how my brain feels after a busy week and a half or so. It felt so good yesterday to only have a couple of small errands. Then I thought I’d get tons of stuff done with all my “free time.” I got hardly anything done. I felt like I was in kind of a malaise all day. OK, I thought, I can give myself a day “off.” But I really need to get up and at ’em today. Not doing so well so far.
  • We’re having a lot of sickness at Jesse’s school, including several cases of swine flu. Several of the teachers are out sick as well as almost half the third grade. They’re thinking about closing down for a few days to slow the spread of it and give people a chance to recuperate. The kids are all for it, of course. Though if we have to close because of bad weather a couple of times this winter as we often do, we’ll have to make those days up somewhere. And one mom pointed out that with the incubation period, anyone who has been exposed might show symptoms about the time they started back to school again, causing another round. But I guess it would help slow exposure to some degree. (Update: they did decide to cancel school for the rest of the week. I don’t mind not setting the alarm clock for the next few days!!)
  • I haven’t even looked up the symptoms of swine flu. I’m one of those people too prone to feel like I have symptoms I am reading about. So if any of us gets sick, then I’ll look up and compare symptoms.
  • I got a new purse and wallet a while back and just last night transferred all my stuff over. I am hoping I can find everything when I need it! The last purse was pretty bag-like, and it seemed anything I looked for was always on the bottom. This one has compartments, but sometimes that entails searching several different places before finding what I want. I don’t know which is worse.
  • I don’t know how people function with little teeny purses.
  • Isn’t this just rivetingly interesting? 🙂
  • I have an appointment tomorrow for a mammogram (ugh!) and an x-ray on my knees. The knees are starting to give me trouble if I go up or down stairs much or have them bent much. The office called this morning and left a message on the answering machine to call them back about the appointment. I have several times but it just keeps ringing. What business doesn’t have voice mail these days?
  • How can the thermostat show 72 when I am cold one time and when I am sweating another time? It does move around, so I know it is not stuck there. I know it probably has to do with humidity and air pressure and activity level and all of that. I’m not quite interested enough to go looking for an answer.

And that’s how my stray thoughts are swirling today. Any other thoughts are even less interesting except for a couple I am pondering for future posts.

Now…I must get up and operate like a productive citizen and family member. Though I do hear a piece of leftover pie calling my name….

A Quiet Spirit

This is something I wrote for our ladies’ ministry booklet for this month, and I thought I’d share it here:

I Peter 3: 3-4 tells us that “the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit…is in the sight of God of great price,” and it is to be more of what we focus on adorning ourselves with than outward ornamentations of jewelry, nice clothes, etc.

I think we have some idea of what meekness is: we’ve all heard the definition of “strength under control,” the illustration of a tamed horse. Meekness isn’t “wimpiness” or a lack of spirit. It is perfectly illustrated by Christ, who was “meek and lowly in heart.”

But I want to focus today on a quiet spirit. Does that mean a quiet person, an introvert? No, I think God created many different kinds of personalities to minister to many different kinds of people. There are certainly times to be quiet of mouth or to rein in an exuberant spirit, but I don’t think that is primarily what this is talking about. Some segments of Christendom have developed this idea into almost mysticism, but I don’t think that’s what the word “quietness” means, either.

Checking some of the Greek words translated “quiet” reveals synonyms like “peaceful, tranquil, restful, undisturbed.”

Why would we need instruction to have a tranquil, undisturbed spirit? Because we can get so easily disquieted in spirit. The Hebrew word for that has a much longer definition: “to murmur, growl, roar, cry aloud, mourn, rage, sound, make noise, tumult, turbulent, be clamorous, be disquieted, be loud, be moved, be troubled, be in an uproar, be in a stir, in a commotion, boisterous, clamorous.” That covers a lot of territory. Ever felt any of that? I sure have. There are numerous examples in Scripture, from the discouraged Psalmist in Psalm 42 to the clamorous foolish woman in Proverbs 9:13 to the contentious and angry woman in Proverbs 21:19 (the wilderness was preferred above dwelling with her) to the “devout and honorable women” who were nonetheless “stirred up” to persecute and expel Paul and Barnabas in Acts 13:50.

Obviously, being disquieted in spirit can not only put us in a bad mood, it can negatively effect those in our lives, especially those whom God gave us to minister to.

So how do we cultivate a quiet spirit? I’m still working on it myself, and whole books have been written on the subject, but meditating on these and similar verses helps.

Psalm 131:2: “Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child” (when something beloved and comforting is taken away).

Psalm 1:33: “But whoso hearkeneth unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be quiet from fear of evil.” (Listening to God and His wisdom can quiet us from fear of evil.)

Proverbs 17:1: “Better is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith, than an house full of sacrifices with strife.”

Ecclesiastes 4:6: “Better is an handful with quietness, than both the hands full with travail and vexation of spirit.”

Isaiah 30:15 is one of my all-time favorite verses: “For thus saith the Lord GOD, the Holy One of Israel; In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength,” and sadly, the verse goes on to say, “and ye would not.” In whatever situation disquiets us, we need to rest in the Lord, confident that He has everything under control and has reasons for what He is allowing. To me that’s the essence of a quiet spirit — one that is resting in the Lord.

Isaiah 32:17: “And the work of righteousness shall be peace; and the effect of righteousness quietness and assurance for ever.”

Psalm 46:10: “Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.”

Psalm 65:7: “Which stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.”

Matthew 11:28-29: “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.”

Peter begins the passage about having a meek and quiet spirit with the word ”likewise.” The verses he is referring back to there are at the end of I Peter 2 dealing with how Christ suffered at the hands of others without guile, without reviling. In the midst of pain and mistreatment by those whom He loved, He “committed himself to him that judgeth righteously.”

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.

~ John Greenleaf Whittier