Somehow I fell during the Fall

How that happened, I can’t recall.

What once was a habit that began with ‘Oh joy!’

In September had stumbled into ‘Oh boy?!’

Not that I lacked in topics to ramble

Amid crazy schedules that put sleep’s mode in scramble.

This past year was with trials and errors

Many chances flung to the air like a salvo of arrows.

The hope is to do better in 2012

To be more diligent in writing and other projects to delve.

In the meantime, the final post of the year

Thank you for reading the ponderings here.

Books Tell on You

Books tell on you. Really – be it the covers, the words woven between the covers, or better still, sly in manner, the slips of paper tucked within. Yes, it can be frightening to take a book by its covers, shake it furiously to see what falls out. Receipts, post cards marking reminders to magazines subscribed to, notes of things not to forget (which probably were), to do lists that were never done, shopping lists, phone numbers without names, names without memos.

Books tattle, so it helps to minimize the secrets trying to sneak out.

Then again, take a library book off the shelf, find a check-out list tucked within, a make-shift bookmark, and see what other items a patron before you paired with the prose, personal story, and poetry books in your hands. I’ve actually found a few interesting reads that way.

Someone asked me how I’d be described based on my bookshelf. Here, books tell on you openly, forget ‘undercover’ as the titles, photos, authors announce a part of the personality. My first response – smart aleck in delivery (after all the years of schooling, one would hope to lean towards ‘smart’ – then again, a few would say otherwise) – was ‘which bookcase do you want? I have five. Started with ten and that was with a downgrade from twenty (oh the dangers of a temporary stay in a townhouse!). There’s the ‘practical’ trio of bookcases – one in the open, the other two tucked away. Then there’s the ‘troublesome duo’ of questionable sanity. That’s assuming one can make their way to any of the bookcases at this point seeing as how there is the small writing desk piled high with all the items borrowed from the library, the small end tables with their assorted videos and music cases.

Darn, those stacks…how well can those tell on me? Oh, pretty well, especially if one’s looking at the dozen discs (music and movies). From Bryan Adams to Amy Grant, ABBA to ZZ Top… From “The Apartment” to “Last Holiday” to “Ziegfeld Girl”… Maybe it’s time to find the floor again…