– noun:
[MEY-ner]
Definition:
1. a stolen article found on the person of or near the thief: to be taken with the mainour.
Examples:
1. Caught the thief, with the mainour, hey?
– Maria Edgeworth, the Parent’s Assistant
2. …if I be taken with the mainour, if the theft be found about me, I shall either be killed, or carted with a paper crown set upon my head, having my fault written in great text-letters.
– Fernando de Rojas, The Celestina
[From Dictionary.com]
Thanks again to Scorchy @ Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer for reblogging this so I saw it!
Oh my yes, yes, and so much yes!
Some of my favorite parts:
– …less willing to be tolerant of what we may have put up with before cancer.
– …changes in the way you eat…
– …reappraise . . . our family relationships and friendships.
Absolutely! And thanks to Cancer Curmudgeon for reblogging it on your blog so I could find it!
“Patient blogs reveal the true extent of the impact of cancer on finances, work practices, family life…they offer a window into the lived experience of the patient.”
~Marie Ennis-O’Connor
When you are 34 years old, lecturing and working in Public Relations and Marketing at a University, you aren’t thinking about cancer. Yet in 2004, Marie Ennis-O’Connor suddenly had to. Her life changed with her diagnosis of breast cancer.
In a recent post on the International Journal of Public Health website, this Irishwoman writes, “A cancer diagnosis is not just a single event with a defined beginning and end, but rather a diagnosis [which] initiates a survival trajectory characterized by on-going uncertainty, potentially delayed or late effects of the disease or treatment, and concurrent psychosocial issues that extend over the remainder of a person’s life.”
The uncertainty, delayed effect of the disease or treatment and the possibility of recurrence are all…
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– noun:
[ep-ek-si-JEE-sis]
Definition:
1. the addition of a word or words to explain a preceding word or sentence.
2. the word or words so added.
Examples:
1. But you did establish personal contact? In epexegesis or on a point of order?
– James Joyce, Finnegan’s Wake
2. One of the most striking peculiarities of colloquial speech in Dutch, and of natural free talk in general, is what is called epexegesis.
– Jan Gonda, Selected Studies
[From Dictionary.com]
My family changed the time of my Grandmother’s unveiling ceremony today and did not tell me about the different time, so I missed it. That is something that can never be done over. So this is what it feels like to lose one’s family.
I’ve been antsy all day, for a couple of reasons, one of which is my Grandmother’s Unveiling is tomorrow.
That means my Aunt & Uncle and two cousins (one with wife and new baby as well) are in town.
We were going to have the ceremony and then brunch following . . . except that this afternoon my Aunt emailed us that she is ill, therefore they will be returning to the East Coast earlier than planned and brunch is cancelled.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m sorry that she’s ill. And of course we all (but me in particular) now have to be careful tomorrow so as to not catch whatever creeping crud she’s got.
Plus, when tomorrow should be about my Grandmother (her mother), and maybe just a tiny bit about me since most of them haven’t seen me in many months (and, you know, I’m not doing anything interesting or difficult – it’s just Cancer Treatment), now it’s going to be about her with whatever transient illness she’s got.
Add to this the following facts that have not escaped my notice:
– after I was not able to commit two days prior to being at Thanksgiving and so did not see them on that occasion, not one of them has seen fit to check in with me at all – no text, no email, no phone call
– this is the first time in my living memory that I did not get a holiday gift from my Aunt and Uncle (it very well could be that they chose this year to change tradition because it was the first year there is a child in the next generation after me, which I can understand as a seemingly reasonable time to change things – still, the timing as to me is unfortunate and hurtful)
– I know the whole East Coast clan has been here certainly since yesterday and perhaps earlier in the week and there has been no direct contact whatsoever, let alone an invitation to get together outside the formal ceremony and related gathering tomorrow
Isn’t family wonderful? (That one’s rhetorical.)
Am I being fair? Maybe not.
Is my viewpoint a tad skewed toward selfish? Entirely possible.
Does it still hurt me and piss me off? You betcha!
Hopefully having posted this will help me sleep well tonight so as to be rested and ready to defend myself against further hurt tomorrow, but if this isn’t enough catharsis, I’ve got a full bottle of Benadryl and I’m not afraid to use it!
From Goodreads.com:
Lena Duchannes is unlike anyone the small Southern town of Gatlin has ever seen, and she’s struggling to conceal her power and a curse that has haunted her family for generations. But even within the overgrown gardens, murky swamps, and crumbling graveyards of the forgotten South, a secret cannot stay hidden forever.
Ethan Wate, who has been counting the months until he can escape from Gatlin, is haunted by dreams of a beautiful girl he has never met. When Lena moves into the town’s oldest and most infamous plantation, Ethan is inexplicably drawn to her and determined to uncover the connection between them.
In a town with no surprises, one secret could change everything….
My Thoughts on the Matter:
Possible Spoiler Alert!
First, this is an audiobook, so I “listened to” it rather than “read” it. With audiobooks, the narrator can often make or break a book. In this case the narrator is fantastic, so good job choosing him.
Speaking of ‘him,’ I hit the end of this book in the middle of my commute one day and wasn’t sure I had the next one in the series downloaded and ready to go. Consequently, I ended up listening to the first part of an interview with the authors that was tacked on to the end of the audiobook.
The first thing the interviewer focused on was the fact that, unlike much of YA these days, our book is written from a boy’s point of view instead of a girl’s point of view. This point of the interview caught my attention, because it was something that had not occurred to me once during my “listen” of the book. I say this as a compliment to the authors. This was done so well that I Did Not notice it as being out of the norm, and it Did Not interfere with the story drawing me in, which it most certainly did.
Also, the authors have written a very smart book, bringing new and clever language to the age-old themes of good vs. evil and human vs. non-human (or not-entirely-human). I love the names they give to categories of creatures. They’re creative and make sense at the same time.
The story takes you where you want it to go, sometimes, and skillfully exposes new information along the way, keeping the reader interested without straying from the realm of (created) possibility. It seemed to me one plot line in the book could only end one way, but it didn’t – I totally didn’t see this end coming, and it beautifully leads into the rest of the series.
I have to tell you when I hit the end of this book in the middle of my commute and realized I’d not downloaded the next one so I could go directly to it “without passing ‘go’,” so to speak, I was Pissed! That’s how much it sucked me in…highly recommended!
This book has been reviewed for the 2013 Audio Book Challenge (and added to its page). It is owned by me, was acquired from Audible.com, and cost $4.95.
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From Goodreads.com:
Michelle Sanderson may appear to be a strong, independent woman, but on the inside, she’s still the wounded girl who fled home years ago. A young army vet, Michelle returns to the quaint Blackberry Island Inn to claim her inheritance and recover from the perils of war. Instead, she finds the owner’s suite occupied by the last person she wants to see.
Carly Williams and Michelle were once inseparable, until a shocking betrayal destroyed their friendship. And now Carly is implicated in the financial disaster lurking behind the inn’s cheerful veneer.
Single mother Carly has weathered rumors, lies and secrets for a lifetime, and is finally starting to move forward with love and life. But if the Blackberry Island Inn goes under, Carly and her daughter will go with it.
To save their livelihoods, Carly and Michelle will undertake a turbulent truce. It’ll take more than a successful season to move beyond their devastating past, but with a little luck and a beautiful summer, they may just rediscover the friendship of a lifetime.
My Thoughts on the Matter:
I read this book today. Yes, in one day. Overall I found it a nice, light, quick read.
Ms. Mallery skillfully takes the plot where I wanted it to go, with a few surprises along the way. This is a book of a woman finding her way back to herself, to who she was but as she’s also been shaped by her life so far, along with those around her who affect and are affected by her journey. Helping things along are some misconceptions that get cleared up, some moments of characters temporarily letting down their defensive walls, and the book ends up with plenty of happy endings to go around.
I found it interesting (and worth bookmarking to try even) that Ms. Mallery employs a method of including extra value in her book that I first saw used by Debbie Macomber (who has used both cooking and knitting recipes), by putting a couple of recipes that feature prominently in the story into the back of the book. I may actually make her version of chicken salad and see what I think.
If you’re looking for some very well-done escapism with a deeper meaning if you’re in the frame of mind to see it, I definitely recommend this book.
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*****
” . . . Once in the truck, she glanced at the house. From the outside, it wasn’t much. But to her it was everything she needed. A place to retreat and lick her wounds. Somewhere she didn’t have to pretend. Sanctuary. . . .”
Thankfully, I have somewhere like that – my bed at home. I’ve been spending a lot of time in it the last six months or so. It’s a place I can go and shut the world out. I’ve needed to do that for physical and emotional healing while I deal with the cancer and its effects on my body and mind – my life. I’m glad it’s here for me, as I expect to need it off and on for quite a while yet.
” . . . “I’m sure her time in the army has changed her.”
Carly rinsed out the dishcloth and hung it over the sink. “How do you know that? You barely knew her before.”
“How could war not change someone?”
Right, so the current language is that a cancer patient “fights” the cancer. ‘Nuff said. Or if you don’t get what I’m saying from that, please see “Awakening.”
“She had to admit, looking better made her feel a little better. More here rather than in some kind of emotional limbo.”
Emotional limbo – been there, know that place. It’s not Always a bad place to be. Sometimes it’s a way station for where one needs to go while necessary subsurface processing happens.
“. . .” You’re not stupid and you’re not alone. We all do things that don’t make sense to other people.”
I’m sensing a theme here. I like it. I resemble that remark.
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Contact lens (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I’ve worked at my current employer for a year and eight months.
In that time, not once have I worn my glasses.
Today I’m wearing them because one of my eyes is bothering me enough that I don’t want to put a contact lens in it . . .
. . . and not one person has noticed.
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