Agatha Christie

11 02 2010

Mysteries- I learned to spell this word early on as this was my favorite genre of book as a child, and I don’t know why I never got into murder mysteries as I grew up.  But my favorite books were the Encylopedia Brown, Cam Jansen, Happy Hollisters, Mandie– courageous, quick-witted heroes solving puzzles and crimes worldwide! 

The ending scene where the detective tells the story to the whole crowd, each of whom could be implicated in the crime… all the pieces fall into place, the sullen criminal sits, bound to listening as his evil is revealed… it’s the best part!  I have been sitting here halfheartedly tuning in to Poirot while I catch up on my google reader (and catch the blogging bug again), but at the final scene I turn my full attention to the scene and watch it unfold.  It’s amazing, really, how the detective twists all the motives and alibi and the outcome is never really as suspected. 

Today and yesterday I’ve been thinking about my life, out loud, and telling people “these things all feel purposeful, as God puts situations in my life…. but I’m not quite sure what the purpose is.”  I would like to have a really clever person look at all the evidences and put the pieces together for me:  Writing and giving talks, day of retreat, snowfall, extreme emotions, accusations, busy schedule, restlessness, letters un-opened, notes on napkins, stopping by to see family, grocery shopping, impactful decisions, friendship, marriage, house-keeping. 

I feel both overwhelmed in survival mode, and an underlying hope in the purposeful-feeling-ness of it all.  It’s a new place for me. 

    

side note: searching for little photos and tidbits for you my reader, I ended up reading some Wikipedia and other info on my favorite books.  I wonder just how much I’ve been affected by them– father Hollister is an entrepreneur/ business owner and father of 5.  Is this my secret desire for Tyler and our family?? Mandie is a spritely girl who interacts with Tennessee wealth and is very committed to cross cultural relationships and values multi-ethnicity.  I always connected with her so well! 

 I could write for a while about book characters who I consider friends!  Coming soon:  Christy Miller vs Sierra Jensen!





scotch and chocolate

30 07 2009

I recently got a mac:

(evidential photos)

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It also forced me to re-load my itunes, and I realized how many songs I have that I don’t listen to.  So now I am on a kick of listening to new/old music from my very own library.

Today I am working at my desk and just took a little break to catch up on my google reader (I think loneliness prompts this, too) and while I could have clicked around and read for longer, I got distracted by Nickel Creek’s feisty little instrumental ditty, “scotch and chocolate”.  I don’t mind that phrase.

My Great Aunt Leora loves scotch.  She is in the hospital right now, and I went to see her last night.  The nurse was asking her a barrage of questions about her medical history– Nurse: “never smoked?” Leora: “No. Never.” “never drink alcohol?” “Alcohol, oh yes.  Alcohol!  Well I used to drink heavily.  I love scotch.  But now it’s only occasional”

A closing note about the music; the album is a bit too rageful for me, albeit bluegrass rage.  But I don’t need any spite from outward sources.








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