I read to books this week about animals. I always find it interesting when I read two books about the same thing by accident. Of course, I often read things on the same topic on purpose, like beading or crafting. These two books only had the theme in common of animals, they had nothing else in common at all.
The first book I read Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk: A Modest Bestiary by David Sedaris. I’m sorry, in spite of being a great big huge fan of David Sedaris, I was not a fan of this book. It is a snarky Aesop’s fables. It’s ironic at times, and somewhat funny but it had none of the “laugh-out-loud” parts of his previous books.
The second book I read was Some We Love, Some We Hate, Some We Eat: Why It’s So Hard to Think Straight About Animals by Hal Herzog. I really enjoyed this book. It it loosely structured around the title. He brings in all sorts of interesting anecdotes from the Nazi’s treatment of animals to modern animal activists’ inconsistencies. I am really enjoying it. It seems that no one can quite remain non-hypocritical about animals. By the way, this is my view of animal treatment: God told us to be good stewards of the earth. I think we should use everything we take from the earth fully and only take what we really need and nothing else. We should be kind to animals and not harm them unless we are going to eat them or use them in a way that directly saves lives. That being said, raw meat is disgusting. I would probably quit eating it if I had to cook it myself all the time. ( I am a temporary cook since S is out with his back.) This is complete hypocrisy, so I fit right in with the book’s premise.
I have flirted with vegetarianism several times in my life and it was no problem. This gives me no high moral ground. I am wearing suede shoes right this minute. I have equally cute shoes that are canvas. I wear them when it is rainy (or when I feel like it). I could totally get along without leather shoes. But they are really cute. They look like bowling shoes.
I haven’t been doing much. Why? Steve’s back is out. He has not risen from his bed for 2 weeks for longer than eating one of my almost edible dinners. So, all I really time to do is work, cook and clean. No, I am not a clean freak, no, I don’t work too much, yes, cooking takes way too much time especially when the dinner is not that great.
A couple weeks ago, we decided to go for a drive outside the city. We were just driving and driving, enjoying the landscape when we came across the Franconia Sculpture Park. It was great! Not only was the art interesting to look at, it was completely interactive. It really was more of an art playground.
We all loved this piece by Steven Kuypers. It was little hut on the top of a mound of dirt surrounded by a moat. The little hut had a computer with a small pillow in front of it. It was great! It was so wonderful to climb up, reminiscent of a play castle and a tree fort.
This one by Michael McGillis was one Steve’s favorite. I think part of the reason he loved it was because of the huge mushrooms growing out it. He also loved the color. It was great how it turned everything inside the space that color. It reminded me of dawn.
Paul took this picture of me in Play Station by Bridget Beck. It was a great playground space with little hidden space underground, and these lovely castle spaces with wonderful decorated tables. It was whimsical and great to move through.
The sculpture park was the highlight of the day and well worth the hour drive from out house. We plan to go back next year for their festival.
I just finished the book, Stuff: Compulsive Hoarding and the Meaning of Things. I read it in two days. I am a big fan of Hoarders. This book is case studies of the same type of people on that show. As well as glimpsing into some pretty frightful situations, the book discusses what the authors believe are causes of the disorder. They also bring up the different nuances of hoarding and strategies they have found successful in treating hoarding. I couldn’t put it down.
As you know, from reading this blog, I struggle with moving things along to their next journey. I am blessed with more of God’s resources right now than I have ever had, and I am trying not to squander these financial blessings. Even saying that out loud, gives me a little panic attack so I temper that statement with: I am not rich by standards of any first world nation. But I have a lovely little house, and my family never goes hungry. I have a beautiful sewing machine and many other objects that God has blessed me with by allowing me to work hard. I don’t want to waste any of the blessings he has sent my way. I want to use everything up completely.
I’m getting better at sending things on their way, sometimes to Goodwill, sometimes to trash. It’s hard, and in no way am I a hoarder. Yet I sympathize with these people deeply and their slightly warped view of their lives. Their reasoning resonates with me and makes a strange sort of sense, if taken to the extreme.