Thanksgiving, and the Bookworm Award

I don't have any pictures today, my daylight light-bulb burned out last night. It had been flickering, and I ordered a new one yesterday, during the day, just in case. I didn't expect it to give out quite so quickly, though.

I will be gone until next week, celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday with friends and family. At this time of year I think of everything I'm thankful for: friends and family, DH, cotton and silk threads, linen fabric, patterns that make my heart sing, and over-arching everything the goodness of God. My house, my bed, my pet, my car, my job... The list is endless.

Marjorie tagged me for the Bookworm award:

Open the book closest to you, not your favorite or most intellectual book, but the book closest to you at the moment, and turn to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence, as well as two to five sentences following that. And pass the award on to five blogging friends.

Well, since I'm at work, the book closest to me is the New Testament in the Girawa language of Papua New Guinea. Page 56 reads: Kiro totok amam kon onok kesek, Anut nukas atai koi roasiret wasarewaraun ses opok, kon sarau eitek akas Sata nukan roasiret ak Anut nukan roasiret pak erek turur rain pakan wasare imwareanik, ep nawau orip orip jere raiau opok pote ep unik uru kurewarna, ak akan aiakpanak kartitirianik wai rawaiei. (A lot of the a's have umlauts on them, but not all.) I can tell it is Matthew 13:49-50: "This is how it will be at the end of the age. The angels will come and separate the wicked from the righteous and throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth." No, I'm not reading it, I'm cataloging it for our display.

If I were in my car, I would be listening to "The Phoenix Unchained" by Mercedes Lackey and James Mallory, in the fantasy genre. In my chair at home is "Japanese Temari, a colorful spin on an Ancient Craft" by Barbara Suess. On my bedside table is "The Angel Seeker" by Sharon Shinn, also in the fantasy genre.

Okay, that's probably too much information. I'm discovering that I really like audio books, I can "read" and do something else, drive (to and from work) and do hand-work. One thing I can't do while I'm listening, though is be with DH. I can't hear when he makes a comment, or asks a question, and we both feel too much alone.