Today marks one year from the last time I posted on this blog, so happy anti-blogiversary to me! To celebrate, I’ve done nothing.
Except try again.
I decided several weeks ago to restart Que What Now because I want to change how I am interacting with the internet. A year ago I wrote a post about social media and how I was using it. I wrote about how I hated that social medias give me something to do when I should be focusing on something else and how much time I just wasted. At the time I was feeling pretty confident about changing my habits.
It didn’t last long.
But a couple of months ago I was doing enough real things that I wasn’t just wasting time. I fell off of Twitter and Pinterest completely and used Facebook only in the evenings because that’s how I communicate with people from this deep in the jungle.
That’s when I decided to restart my blog.
So, our family wants to be as self-sufficient as possible on our little farm in the jungle. We have chickens that are giving us eggs every day, we have trees that are giving/will give us fruit, and goats that will have kids soon and will therefore give us milk for butter and cheese and yogurt and such.
I explained in my post about chickens that we had gotten some meat birds before that we then had to dispatch of and they were delicious. We then got laying hens for eggs but mom pointed out that if we are trying to be self-sufficient, raising meat birds might not be a bad idea. So yesterday, while we were in town, we picked up six new baby chicks.
There are many things that can make anyone happy. I was simply thinking about it the other day. And thus, here is a random, completely irrelevant, for no purpose whatsoever, list of some things that make me happy:
Ok, so if you have met us then you already know this, but, if you haven’t, you may not have figured it out yet:
We -being me and my family- are book snobs.
There is no rhyme or reason to this blog. It is simply a collection of some of my thoughts on books. If you are a Book -Lover, -Snob, -Geek, -Nerd or whatever you want to call yourself, then you will probably know exactly what I’m talking about.
When we lived in Canada we had floor-to-ceiling bookshelves through both the living room and dining room. All of those shelves were full, and we had a couple other shelves throughout the house.
Everyone has there own pet peeves and ideas about their books. Here are some of mine.
I recently saw this:
And I definitely understand where this is coming from, but for me its a little different. For me it’s more like this:
Books are most prized possessions.
Here are the Que What Now? Three Laws of Books:
Only ever let your best friends borrow your books. The people you let borrow your books have to understand your book rules. They have to know to use a bookmark, they have to know to be nice to it, they have to give it back to you and they have to enjoy it.
I try not to spoil a good book for my friends, they deserve to read it for themselves. But sometimes book lovers do this thing where we ask you where you are in the book and then start talking to you about it and accidentally spoil something. We mean well, we just get really excited.
Sometimes, when reading, you get this feeling of pure happiness. Like when you get to sit and read on the couch all afternoon, or when you get to stay up late into the night because you’ll read “just one more chapter” which turns into finishing the book. One of the best feelings though is when you finished a book last night and you have resisted reading anything all day just so that you can sit in bed with your reading lamp on and start a new book.
I only want to read books that I will enjoy; therefore, there is a process to buying a new book. I will usually scan covers. If I can’t see the covers then I scan titles. Once a book catches my eye, I read the back cover (or inside sleeve, wherever the synopsis is). Then I flip to a random page and read some of it and carry it around with me while I look at other books. If at any point in this process it stops holding my interest, I put it down and start again. Through this process I see if it’s eye-catching, has a good plot, has a good writing style and stays interesting.
Me and Ezra both basically skipped past reading teen books. We used to read kids books and tween books and then more or less skipped straight to adult books. Why? Because we like books with good plots. You wouldn’t think that this would be such a hard thing to find. When Ezra and I look at a shelf of teen books, we see, “zombies, vampires, werewolves, bad romance, apocalypse, zombie apocalypse, zombies + vampires, vampires + werewolves, bad zombie romance, bad vampire romance, bad werewolf romance, bad vampire + werewolf romance, zombie apocalypse and bad zombie apocalypse romance.” And statistically speaking, one of these really should have a plot, but, in my considerable book-reading experience, none of them do. So we skipped them altogether and are now reading good books over in the adult section.
I read somewhere that if you don’t cry during books or movies, it’s because you don’t really love the characters. I simply do not agree. I don’t think the problem is the reader’s inability to love the characters, but rather the author’s inability to portray the emotions strongly enough.
One of the signs that you have read a well-written book is when you finish the book, stop, think for a minute, get confused and read the last chapter again. These are the books that you can read over and over again and get more out of it every time.
Thank you for managing to get through all my rambling about books. Please feel free to tell us your thoughts on books, I like hearing other peoples pet peeves.
This is definitely one of the stranger ways I have ever gotten a pet.
Most of the time, when someone wants a cat they will do one of a few things. They will adopt one from a rescue or pet store, or see if they know someone who has kittens. Some people will go all out and look up what breed they want, find the perfect one online, travel to get it, pay a lot of money for it and its registrations and shots and all that jazz. But, if you have read my Intro to Chickens post from a couple weeks ago, you will know that things don’t work the same here.
Ezra and I have never had a cat, mostly because I am allergic to them. We have had mice, fish, bunnies and a dog and our parents used to have cats before we were born. We read that cats will eat spiders and other bugs as well as small snakes and lizards so we went to a few pet stores to see where we could get one.
Apparently pet stores here don’t have cats.
Eventually we asked if one of the stores could get us a kitten and they were like, “Oh yeah, we know a guy who has cats, we’ll talk to him and see if he can give you a kitten, we’ll get him to call you at the end of the week.” The end of the week came and went so we decided that we should probably find somewhere else to get our kitten. We happened to be at our neighbour’s house for dinner last Sunday and we asked him if he knew a guy with kittens. He said he wasn’t sure but he would ask around and see what he could do.
Exactly one week later we were having lunch on the deck with the guy who created the Permacube (a really awesome self-sustainability project) and his family, when Rigo, the above mentioned neighbour, drove up on his quad with a cardboard box. He handed us a kitten, told us it was an eight week old male, we thanked him and he left. Apparently this is how we do things here.
We talked to Rigo again today and he said that the kitten had been the only cat in a poor family, he wasn’t eating well and is a little too skinny but that is easy to fix. He has been with us for less that twenty-four hours as of the time I am writing this, he is eating well and is super cute and snuggly. We spent a long time last night debating what we should call him, mostly using names from movies, shows and books. We thought of everything from Pantalaimon to Duke to Nemo to Wolowitz.
We finally came up with a name for him, meet Pippin:
And now we have a cat. We are going to give it a couple of days to get used to its new home and then we will let it wander around outside. Hopefully he will get along with the chickens.