Year End Reading Wrap Up

378 books read - GOAL MET (goal was 300, so met and surpassed)!  Now, if you go over to the reading blog, you'll see far fewer books listed thanks to my Book Committee work, so click here to see the 2017 reads.  Here's the thing: among the unlisted are the picture books I "read" for MPOW's Mock Caldecott, while many more fell into the "you can't talk about this" category for the Book Award Committee.  Which is also, in its way, one of the reasons why I haven't blogged as much this year as in previous years.

So... here's the 2017 reading analysis (2017 numbers in parens):
number of books read in 2017: 378 (345)
best month: August with 63 (December with 52)
worst month:  Janurary 18 (tie between June and August/22)
average read per month: 31.5  (28.75)
adult fiction as percentage of total: 59 (21)
children's/YA fiction as percentage of total:  17 (35)
Advance Readers Copies: 112 (90)
e-books: 3 (0)
books read that were published this year:  325 (300)
books that will be published in the coming year: 20 (6)
five star reviews (aka "Must Read"): 9 (5)
one star reviews (aka "DNF"): 8 (11)

Thanks to Book Committee Books unread, Mt. Bookpile is at 330 and going by past experience, that means that I'll probably get it down to 346 by this time next year.  Yes, I know that's not exactly "down" but if I'm lucky I'll read more than my stated goal of 300.  The good news is that I've also been able to clear off a number of shelves (ok, ok, two entire bookcases with 36 linear feet of shelving) to only hold Mt. Bookpile.  And since I no longer keep all the books on Mt. Bookpile... well, I guess I'll have to figure out what to put on those shelves as I clear them off.

Goals for 2018?  I'll say 300 books... maybe 325.



Yesterday I went to the pharmacy to pick up several prescriptions.  I've been going there a few times a month for the past year since for some reason I can't get all of them on the same refill schedule.  Thanks to that, I've come to recognize many of the people behind the counter.

A couple of months ago, there was a new woman there.  As per usual, I gave my name (last, then first) and birthdate.  Now, my names are not that unusual, nor are they that difficult to spell.  But I had to repeat myself a few times.  Then my birthdate gave her pause.  But fine - she's new and learning new systems.  It was the fact that she couldn't seem to translate any of that into finding the bags with my pills in them that worried me, but again... she's new.

The second time I was there, she had the same problem with the person ahead of me.  And then me.  Again.  She's no longer that new, so I was a little more worried.  And yesterday, same thing: repeated spelling of my name, repeated giving my birthdate, and some difficulty pairing those with the bags of pills waiting.

I'm all for giving people with learning or developmental issues the opportunity to earn a living and to be productive members of the community.  I don't care if English is not your first language and you're learning - in part - on the job.  But, this is a pharmacy.  This person (and I have no idea if she has some learning or developmental issues or what her native language is) is handing out medication to people.  While I do check every package before paying, I don't know that everyone else does.

Shouldn't a major (national) drug store chain be a little more careful about who is behind the pharmacy counter?


Digital Detritus

Collected from various places and people for you to ponder as 2017 turns into 2018...


I miss my Mom

To treat my CRION, I'm taking immunosuppressants, which is just what you want to be taking when you work for a school filled with coughing, sneezing, sniffling kids.  So it's no surprise that I got a cough.  And when I say "cough" I mean 20-minute coughing fits that left me breathless and with pulled muscles.  It lasted two weeks and only seemed to be controlled by double doses of cough suppressants. 

As I lay there, totally loopy from the medication and weak from the coughing, I started to think about the medicine cabinet of my youth.  Don't ask why I started to think about it, just accept that I did.  And I remembered that Robitussin was always there. along with another syrup I couldn't remember the name of... N-something was as far as I got.

Two years ago, I would have called home and talked with my mother.  She'd know.  Even a year ago there was a chance she'd remember.  But now?  The Alzheimer's has progressed to the point where I know she won't.  And the effort of trying to remember would frustrate her, causing more distress than she deserves.  Sometimes, Mom's still there.  But mostly... not.

I miss my Mom.