|Day 209: I must've been a VERY good girl!|
|Day 210: The Mostly-Fiction bookshelf.|
My books are generally arranged thematically and then alphabetically. Until I run out of space for that system and books just need to be arranged for optimum space usage. The top three shelves here are general fiction, ending with a pile of to-read books and a manuscript from a friend that is just so good, that is where it needs to stay. As you can see I arrange themes according to differently oriented stacks. The next shelf is miscellaneous odd books like The Big Book of Insults. Then important fantasy books and their associated publications starting with my Harry Potter collection, including Beedle the Bard and Hogwarts text books, and moving on to Tolkien, my Tolkien companion, my Middle Earth map, and my one LoTR movie guide. Then come my beautiful hardcover editions of The Neverending Story and The Princess Bride.
Next, stacked horizontally, comes the biographies, autobiographies and other real life books. I would prefer these to have a separate shelf, but economizing is key. Next comes all the books that technically belong to other people (like my mother) that I still have to read.
The bottom self is dedicated to books too large to put elsewhere and reference type books. Starting with my Illustrated Guides to the Star Wars universe, then Star Trek and X-Files companions, then fairy tales, and a children's Bible, and a set of old Household Encyclopedias (which are interesting and hilarious. They include recipes, laundry tips, dog breeding tips, articles on gardening... Everything a housewife needs to know...). Then we move on to my travel section which is all about South Africa with one book on Swaziland. And lastly comes my pet section.
Huh. On second thought, maybe it would be better if I don't include photo's of my other bookshelves. I seem to get carried away...
|Day 211: Magnetic nail polish!|
|Day 212: My Bella shirt.|
|Day 213: Church Square from another angle. You can see the statue of Paul Kruger looking over his city towards the north.|
|Day 214: Missing! One sun. Makes periodic appearances just to tease and then disappears again.|
It had been such a rainy week, and I was just complaining to my friend, who lives in Pietermaritzburg where they are having a similar problem. I mean I love rainy days. I really do. But I cannot remember the last time we had so much rain during September/October. We are a summer rainfall area, but it's never been like this. In fact the last 10 years or so, our really rainy period has been March to May-ish. And the temperature is crazy cold for the end of the year here in Sunny South Africa. As I sit typing this, I am wearing winter clothes and have my office heater on. Again. On the 9th of November. (I totally had to check that it was Friday. I nearly panicked)
|Day 215: We're booked!|
|Day 216: Happy Birthday!|
|Day 217: Silly sleepy puppy.|
|Day 218: Happy Gotting-You-Day Sam! 5 years today.|
She was gone for 17 days. Possibly the worst 17 days of my life. Every evening I would go out to the front, and then to the back of the house to call her, just in case. There was nothing more that I could do, but I could keep doing that. Honestly, after 17 days, what was the point? But I did it every night, breaking down in tears every time. On the 17th night I'd left it pretty late. I got up and went out the back and called. Nothing. I went out the front and called. Nothing. As I was locking the front door, I thought I heard something, but do you know how often I thought I had heard her during those 17 days? Then I heard it again. I flew outside and started calling again and then I saw her running to me. (I may be getting teary writing this) I burst into tears and scooped her up in my arms. This was late at night, and I have no idea what the neighbours must have thought but I didn't care. I held her so tight and she barely struggled even though she doesn't like it. I took her to the kitchen, sobbing the entire time and gave her food. I then proceeded to sit on the kitchen floor and ugly-cry while phoning my Mom to tell her Sam was home. And she was fine. A bit thin but fine. I have no idea where she went or how she managed to get back home but I am so grateful. I try to remember this every time she cusses at me loudly when I don't feed her on time.
|Day 219: Happy 91st Birthday GranHaw!|
|Day 220: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!|
I had a fantastic Halloween. It's not so big here, yet, so there are no Trick or Treat interruptions. It was a cold rainy evening, so I bathed, snuggled under a blanket with some pumpkin soup and sweets, and proceeded to read horror Twilight fanfiction, listen to my Halloween playlist (which I had made for MaHaw's birthday party) and tweet all the songs that were playing. Perfect.
|Day 221: Post Halloween stash.|
|Day 222: Waiting for car repairs...|
|Day 223: Almost Married!|
|Day 224: How could I not make this my photo of the day?|
|Day 225: Jacaranda adorned driveway.|
This the driveway of the property on which my house is situated and I get to drive through this every day for a few weeks every year!
|Day 226: THEY CAME THEY CAME! THEY FINALLY CAME!!!!|
Aren't they pretty? Don't you just wanna read em?!?!
|Day 227: Murderous ants. And very hardworking.|
|Day 228: CheeseHaw cooking a kiddie! Meet Sprog. Sprog is part Vulcan...|
Everyone is very excited although PopHaw is disappointed that no where seems to make racing suits or helmets for under 3 year old....
That's all for now, folks!