Monthly Archives: November 2012
So You Want to Be a Wizard by Diane Duane was one of my favourite books as a kid. I think I was about seven when I read it. The bookmobile had just gotten a copy of it and I remember my name was the first one on the book slip – I always loved it when that happened. I absolutely devoured it, and then couldn’t wait for the end of the week when the bookmobile would again be parked next to Dr. Seager Wheeler Park so I could tell the librarian about it – to ensure she stocked the next book when it came out.
A few years ago now, I saw an old copy (though not so old as the one I would have first read) on the “for sale” rack at our little neighbourhood library. It was old enough that it still had the kraft paper envelope glued onto the first page – where the book slip would have slid in so perfectly. I grabbed it pretty darn quickly, and when the girl was done checking out her books I gratefully handed over the quarter (or two, I can’t recall exactly how much it was) that the paperbacks withdrawn from the library collection sell for. When we got home, I stashed it away on a shelf, knowing some day my girl might just love it as much as I did… and excited that it would be here waiting for her.
Tonight we started reading the brittle, crinkly pages, each one crackling and popping as they were turned. There is just something special about older books. Something magical in the way they sound, feel, and smell. Even leafing through them is a journey… and I’ll admit to a palpable tingle in the air as I listened to the pages turn taking us to the prologue and our epic adventure.
As my husband read aloud, I was taken back to the very first time I read So You Want to Be a Wizard. And I was quickly reminded why I loved it so much, even then. I was never one for flaky books with characters as thin as the paper their lives were printed on. Even as a kid, I liked my words meaty, purposeful, and true. Listening to Nita’s experience going back into the children’s section of her little library, I relived those first moments of discovery, when I knew what it was to stumble – with her – onto the amazing book and looking forward to where it would take her. …yep, I’m going to enjoy doing this again. 😉
The big move is only four sleeps away. The girl says she’s excited about it, and I believe her… but I know she’s feeling some anxiety too – even if it’s below the surface. The way she’s cuddling in extra tight at night, and has been keeping me awake (even though she’s fast asleep herself) the last few nights tells a very clear story.
We are all excited… but it’s tough to leave your home behind. For the girl, this is the only home she’s ever known. For us “grown ups”, it’s the longest either one of us has ever lived in one place. Nine and a half years isn’t so easy a thing to shrug off.
All the anxiety and stress though? I have a feeling it will melt away once we walk in the front door of our new house. After all, we wouldn’t have chosen it if it hadn’t felt like home the minute we had walked in the first time we viewed it. And it did. It really did. So I know we’re leaving behind a home we love, but we’re gaining a home that I think we’ll come to love even more. 🙂
Today I launched my new website for my Chihuahuas. More than anything, it’s a place for me to brag on my dogs; their accomplishments and titles. Eventually I’ll also have a page there in regards to my handling too, but for now? For now it’s all about our Chihuahuas.
So take a peek, and let me know what you think. I’d love to know who’s your favourite Sidhe Dog. 😉
I’m stressed out and highly emotional. Probably not a good night for blogging unless I want salty water and snot in my keyboard. 😛 So I’m going to refrain. I’ll be fine, nothing to worry about. Just lots of upheaval right now, which kinda makes me want to crawl into a hole and not come out for a couple of months. So, after I finish packing a couple more boxes I’m going to watch a little TV and have a relatively early bedtime.
I volunteer in the girl’s classroom on Thursdays, and like any Thursday, I was there today. I love that the kids seem to enjoy my being there. They get extra attention, so it’s a good thing. I always get a ton of hugs, they draw me pictures, I read stories, and I just hang out and listen to anything they feel is important enough to share.
Today, Hailey came over to me, with her hands on her hips, looking very serious. She stood, looking at me for a second, one eye narrowed, before she finally spoke. Then in a slightly accusatory tone she asked “Why does Lily-Ann always look so pretty?” Pretty coming out with a little extra venom. I thought for a brief moment (stifling my laughter) and replied “Well, I guess that’s just how she feels inside.” Seemingly satisfied with my answer, she sauntered off.