After last month’s reading frenzy, my reading speed slowed waaaaay down this month! I completed only five books, and three of those were comfort rereads. Oh well, some months you have to take it easy.
Other things, like wrestling with my digestive health, have been taking up a lot of time and energy. That’s why I also took a blog break this month and didn’t post so often as usual. But things are looking up and I’m hopeful that I’ll have more time for my favorite activities: reading books and sharing them with you.
- Cotillion by Georgette Heyer – Reread
- World of Wonders by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
- Reflections on the Psalms by C.S. Lewis
- A City of Bells by Elizabeth Goudge – Reread
- The Magician’s Nephew by C.S. Lewis – Reread
I’ve done something a little insane and decided to start learning Ancient Greek, even though I’m still on hiatus from French and German because actively studying those was too much for me. However, I’ve always wanted to learn Greek so I decided to try a couple of lessons on italki just to check it out. If nothing else, I’ve gotten some practice in transliterating the Greek alphabet, and some basics of vocabulary and grammar. If I can’t keep it up, it’s still been fun to put a toe into the waters. If I can keep going, I am excited to delve into some ancient literature when I’m a bit further.
An exciting, if unpleasant thing happened — I went into a store, left my shopping trolley (my personal one that I roll around, not the store cart) unobserved for a few moments, and when I went back it was gone! I went around the store and asked staff but nobody saw it. So I had the pleasure of going to the police to report my stolen bag. Alas, I had foolishly stuck my entire purse with wallet, phone, etc. into the trolley, and that had disappeared as well.
The police were very kind and helpful, loaning me their phones to cancel my credit cards, talking to me in English to make things easier, and promising to check on the store cameras on Monday. (This was on Saturday afternoon when things close early in Switzerland). I rode home ticketless on the train, since I had no train passes, no credit cards, and no money, and luckily was not caught. Then I settled down the sad task of trying to replace my life.
But lo and behold, on Monday the police contacted me and said my bag was in the store lost and found! I do not know what happened, whether it got pushed aside and overlooked, or somebody dragged it along for a ways before realizing it wasn’t theirs, but I am very thankful to have it back. Everything was in the bag, including cash, so it really was a case of being lost, not stolen.
So many people today are not so lucky. Their possessions, their homes, their security, their very lives are being stolen from them by the greed, hatred, and indifference of others. But the helpers do also exist, the ones who are willing to share and give of their substance, and who find their joy in community, not in selfish isolation. In a small way, I experienced both the shock of being robbed and the grace of being helped this month. Next time that happens, I want to hold onto the latter and remember that nothing can be taken from me that really matters, if I hang onto my human connections.
What’s your story this month? I’d love to hear it, whatever it is.