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Homer’s Odyssey

Posted on 31 Jul 2010 In: Reading
Book 40: Homer’s Odyssey 
Gwen Cooper

I think I’ve said before in this blog that once in a while a book grabs me in an unexpected way, pulls me in, and affects my emotions in ways I wasn’t anticipating.  Homer’s Odyssey is one of these books. 

Homer’s Odyssey tells the story of an abandoned, blind kitten that Gwen Cooper adopts.  As Homer adapts to his new life with Gwen and her other two cats, Scarlett and Vashti, Gwen and her friends and family learn more about life and love than they ever expected from Homer.  

I consider myself an animal person.  I’m a cat owner by default.  Growing up, we always had dogs.  I never entertained the idea of a cat until I realized my life is too unpredictable for me to be a good dog owner.  I travel too much, keep too many late hours.  I have ended up with two cats, Samantha and Magic.  I treat them like dogs, and for the most part, it works.  But I think that was one of the first things that helped me identify with Gwen Cooper- I, too, was a woman of a certain age with more than one cat.  There’s a lot of stereotypes there, and I really struggled with adopting Magic because of that.  But I thought Samantha needed the companionship, and nearly two years later, here we are.  So I really understood Gwen’s hesitation at agreeing to consider adopting Homer after she had two other cats already.

For animal lovers, though, there’s sometime no choice. For whatever reason, that animal captures our heart and we’re powerless to say no to bringing them into our lives.

So began Homer’s journey with Gwen.  Cooper recounts how Homer never really realized he is blind- the world just is as it is to him, and he adjusts.  Like most animals, it took a bit of time for Scarlett and Vashti to warm up to him, but they did.

At the same time, Homer’s capacity for love, and his innate ability to assume the world is a good place, despite his wretched first few weeks, taught the author a lot about how to judge character in people.  If we pay attention, we can all learn a lot from the animals around us.  So many of Cooper’s friends and family took to Homer. Yes, the novelty of being blind probably sparked a lot of the interest, but the little cat managed to endear himself to so many people by doing what came naturally to him.  Reminds me of some of my friends, and how they have such special bonds with animals.

Homer has some amazing abilities, perhaps due to other senses that are heightened to compensate for his lack of  sight.  I laughed out loud reading about him going after a fly.  And I cringed out of fear for the author and was so proud of Homer in the chapter called Mucho Gato- and to avoid any spoilers, that’s all I will say about that.

Cooper and the cats were living very close to Ground Zero on September 11, 2001.  Cooper was forced to evacuate with no time to retrieve the cats.  I’ve always had a hard time grieving 9/11.  I don’t know why.  Perhaps it is because if I really let myself think about the anguish and desperation of so many people, it would be hard to come out of it.  Reading Homer’s Odyssey, even all these years after 9/11, I was able to do a little of that grieving.  I think it was because of how much- hope? No, that isn’t the right word. Maybe community? that came out of 9/11, at least in the immediate aftermath.  So many people, friends and family, rallied to help Cooper rescue the cats and make sure they were housed after the rescue.

I don’t think you have to be a cat person to appreciate Homer’s Odyssey. I do think you have to be an animal person, though.  There’s something about being able to appreciate our pets- always so glad to see us whether we have been gone five minutes or five days. The special bond we have with our animals, treating them as true companions. I think it would be hard for someone who doesn’t have that same relationship with animals to appreciate the beauty of the story.  Cooper’s writing style is open and friendly.  I felt like she could have been telling me the story of being Homer’s owner over coffee or chatting at a party.

I originally bought this as an ebook, but I’ll be adding a physical copy to my collection.  What can I say? I laughed, I cried, I fell a little in love with Homer.  This book was heartwarming and charming.  I’m so glad Homer found me.

Oh, and you can follow Homer on Twitter: @homerblindcat





What Are We Really Teaching Our Kids

Posted on 28 Jul 2010 In: Reading
Book 39: Pop Goes The Weasel: The Secret Meanings of Nursery Rhymes

Most of us have sung them or chanted them. Little nursery rhymes our parents taught us to show how clever we are. Maybe to teach us a lesson of some sort.  But how many of us have ever really thought about what these nursery rhymes mean?  Some carried hidden messages, others were somewhat sinister, and many are downright bawdy.

Thanks to my friend Amy, I discovered this book.  A relatively quick read, Albert Jack takes several popular nursery rhymes and songs and traces their origins.  Of course, with many of them, there’s more than one possible source, and it is interesting to read all the scenarios.

Take for instance “Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary.”  At first glance this is a tale of a pretty garden.  In reality, it is most likely the story of Queen Mary I, also known as Bloody Mary, with the silver bells and cockleshells being thumbscrews and other  torture devices designed to squeeze certain, um, sensitive areas.  The pretty maids in a row? Guillotines.  Think about that next time you think it will be cute to teach that little ditty to a child.

What about Rub a Dub Dub?  Description of a peep show- first with three women, but then with three men.  Yep.

And our Star Spangled Banner?  Got its start as a British drinking tune. 


This is a book that is easy to read in pieces.  It is enlightening, providing insight into something that has been a part of our culture for centuries or longer.

Game On, Y’all

Posted on 25 Jul 2010 In: Reading
Book 38:The Game On Diet
Krista Vernoff and Az Ferguson



Through some of the other very cool book bloggers and Twitter mavens, I heard about The Game On Diet.  I’ve decided to join a team and play for the month of August.


Like I tend to do, I thought it sounded fun and I signed up without knowing anything about the diet and what the competition would be like.  But I like a competition, I’m looking for something to encourage me to do what I know I should be doing from a food and drink and exercise perspective, and this is all about points and prizes when you do the right thing.  Then I started reading the book.  And all the advice is sound- this isn’t really a diet, more of a lifestyle change, and very healthy.  Except that I have to give up even diet sodas.  What?  Yes.  Well, we can have them on the food day off that the game allows each week.  This is going to be hard.  I like my sodas.  I only drink diet as it is.  So why can’t we have them here?  Well, we all know sodas are full of crap.  Artificial things.  Stuff we don’t really need.  And I think it will be good that I have to really, really cut back on them.  I want to be healthier and this is a good way to start.  


The other thing that’s going to be interesting is cutting back on the booze.  I don’t drink every day, but I do enjoy my cocktails.  I’m kind of excited about cutting way back on them.


And sleep!  With this game, we are penalized if we don’t get at least seven hours of sleep a night.  I’m so excited to plan to go to bed earlier. I love my sleep.  I took a nice long nap yesterday. I loved it. I needed it. And I felt a million times better after it.  So I think this will be a good thing.


Yes, there are a lot of rules with this game.  It’s trying to level the playing field for all the participants.  But we also get a day off each week from the rules of the game.  So there’s the chance to relax and enjoy life with the whole thing.


Starting in August, I’ll be working out more, eating better, sleeping more, and hopefully having a ton of fun.


http://www.thegameondiet.com/

Things I Love that Start With B

Posted on 18 Jul 2010 In: Thinking

When I revamped this blog, I decided that it would also include some things that are completely for fun. You already know from The Book Fetish that I love books, but there are a few other things I’m pretty passionate about.


Today, I’m talking about things I love that start with B:  Butter London, Burberry, and Bitches on a Budget.


Thanks to Bitches on a Budget (http://bitchesonabudget.com/) I learned about Butter London Nail Lacquers (http://www.butterlondon.com/).  First, most of the colors have clever British names, which I love.  In fact, my toes are a lovely red shade called “Saucy Jack” right now, and before the night is over, my fingers will be a plummy-mauve shade called “Tramp Stamp.”


My fingers are on a keyboard nearly all day long between work and play.  With the base and top coats from Butter London, the colors last longer than most of my salon manis, and that’s saying something.  The fall collection in available for pre-order now, and I’m trying to decide which colors I want.


There’s a collection in Butter London called 3 Free. These lacquers are free of formaldehyde, Toluene, and DBP and STILL stay on forever.  My favorite in that collection (so far) is a deep metallic gray called “Chimney Sweep.”  And for those of us who aren’t true Brits, there’s a great little British dictionary included in the site that gives some background on the product names.  


Staying in the British and beauty theme (more or less) I’ll talk about my Burberry (www.burberry.com).  First, I bought a Burberry tote that is just the perfect every day bag.  My work laptop is small, and this tote holds it and everything I would take in a purse, so I have to carry only one bag to the office.  It’s not too big for weekends running errands, though I do carry a much smaller bag for nights out.   And hello, it’s plaid! I love plaid.  The style is classic, and although the bag was pricey, it will last a lifetime.  So well worth the money.


But, the other thing I love about Burberry is the fashion house’s new cosmetics line.   I adore makeup. I like playing with new colors, trying new products, and would love to have a job where I could play in it all day long. At the same time, I like classic looks, low maintenance make up and looks that can go easily from day to night.  So when I read that Burberry, already a favorite brand of mine, was launching a cosmetics line, I was stalking the internet for more information. 


I ordered three eyeshadows, three lipsticks, and a mascara and I love them.  I bought Trench, Khaki, and Taupe Brown eye enhancers (as Burberry calls them), and Mocha, Ruby, and Deep Burgundy lip colors. Love them.  The eye colors are neutral but provide plenty of definition.  Mocha is a nice, neutral lip color. Ruby is a true red, perfect for day or night, and the color really brightens teeth, too,  Right now the cosmetics are available in the States only through Burberry.com, select Nordstrom’s stores, and Nordstrom.com.  But I love them, and will be ordering more.


And to wrap this post, back to Bitches on a Budget. Seriously. Check out the site if you haven’t. Buy the book. It’s worth it. This isn’t a book about getting out of debt. It’s about spending wisely, splurging where it makes sense, and learning to live fabulously no matter what our budget. Totally worth a read.  

Losing My Religion, Part 2

Posted on 18 Jul 2010 In: Thinking
Finding Peace

As the good people of the world are in church this morning, I’m writing about why I’m not there. And why I am at peace with that decision.

I don’t begrudge anyone their faith. If it works for them, that’s brilliant. But the more I asked questions, the more I read, the more I could no longer reconcile my beliefs with religion.  I don’t want to argue theological points here- many authors have already done that, and quite well.  Suffice it to say that the discrepancies in the bible, the arguments over its authors, and some of the basic teachings within made it impossible for me to believe in the same Christianity I had grown up in.   So I resigned my membership in the church.  I stopped praying, finally being honest with myself that I was pretty sure no one was really listening anyway. 

I still couldn’t walk away from the idea of religion right away.  I explored some the old pagan traditions.  I felt like Sue Monk Kidd’s “Dance of the Dissident Daughter” was written for me.  But when I was completely honest with myself, I realized I’m a free thinker.  That’s the label I’m most comfortable with now.

You know what’s scary?  Telling people you don’t believe in god any more.  That has to sound odd to people in many parts of the rest of the world, even in many other parts of the States. But in the South, so much of life is defined around the church. The church is the earliest social network many people have.  And there’s a lot of good to it. Like-minded people gathering together to fellowship and learn ways to hopefully be better people.  Among certain groups, it is simply unheard of to not go to church, or not believe in god.

I’ve still not said the words out loud to most of my family.  My best friend has a hard time understanding it, but she accepts it.  And I say I’m a freethinker.  I’m open to new ideas.  If something happens that proves the existence to me of a supernatural being , then my mind could be changed.

But with the few people I’ve talked with about walking away from religion, what I’ve tried to convey to them is that the same sense of peace they feel with their religion, I feel without mine.

I sleep fine at night.  It is much more comforting to me to believe that sometimes bad things happen for no good reason and we work through them and move on. I have more peace with that belief than with ones where I felt that maybe if I’d prayed just a little harder, an outcome would have been different. Because with the belief that “if you have faith, you’ll get what you want according to god’s plan” I felt perpetually as if I had failed in my faith.  Feeling guilty over every little thing, or feeling as if you don’t quite measure up is no way to live.

I have people now who are worried for my soul.   I try to explain to them that I’m ok with where I am.  If they want to pray for me, that’s fine.  I think good thoughts for people all the time.  But mostly, my beliefs are something I don’t talk about. It makes people uncomfortable that I don’t think like they do.  

Sometimes, I miss the idea of belief.  It made it easier for me to not be accountable to myself.  This didn’t work out the way I wanted it to?  Well, must be god’s will. Not the fact that I sat around and waited for something to happen rather than going out to make it happen.  A friend of mine, facing her second bout with cancer in her mid-thirties, said the other day that she doesn’t know how someone could make it through what she’s going through without faith.  If that gives her peace, more power to her.  I’m impressed that she can keep her faith through it.

 Another friend said recently she doesn’t want to ask the questions, because she’s afraid of the answers.  I told her I understood. You ask the questions, and either your faith is deepened or it is eroded. And if erosion is theway you go, it can be scary and painful.  Don’t start that journey if you aren’t ready.   It’s a hard journey. I’m happier now than I’ve been in a long time. Finding my way to my authentic self, no matter the consequences, has been good for me.