After months of shirking technology, I finally got a Kindle Touch. My main objection was not wanting to spend a million dollars on books since I read so much (and so fast). So I waited until I made sure my library loaned e-books, bought a wireless router so I could buy the cheaper, wireless-only Kindle and went for it (I also wanted the router so I wouldn’t have to be tethered joylessly to the computer desk downstairs whenever I worked from home). So far, things like “work” and “existing” are interfering with my Kindle enjoyment, but this weekend looks promising, so do any of you have some good, free Kindle book recommendations?
Thanks to the Kindle, I now have a grapefruit-sized bruise on my shin. It is HUGE. I was napping with Shorty when the mailman rang the doorbell to deliver my Kindle, and somehow in my mad dash to the door (while shouting, “MY KINDLE IS HERE! MY KINDLE IS HERE!” over and over in my head), I injured myself. My last volleyball game is tonight, and I can practically guarantee that I will manage to ram my shin into something pointy right at the spot where my kneepad ends.
Hey, have any of you seen “Doomsday Preppers”? I saw the preview last week, excitedly told Jason all about it (while he reacted like he normally does whenever I talk about survivalist topics – by ignoring me), and then forgot all about it. Last night, I got a text from Artemisia, who asked if I had seen the show. I completely forgot, and now I’m not even sure if we get the National Geographic channel. Oh well. I can always watch episodes online, right?
You know what’s weird? When people follow my boards on Pinterest that have to do with packing survival bags or survival tips or whatever. I’m just really interested in learning this stuff, but besides once remembering to stuff a few beef sticks and handwarmers into my car’s glove compartment, I am about the WORST person in the world you’d want to depend on in any type of survival situation. (Although I can tell you which wild mushrooms are safe to eat.)
In tenuously related news, next week I have my first Gun Club meeting. My workplace sponsors a bunch of clubs and after wandering through the parade of booths fruitlessly searching for volleyball, I saw a banner for “Shooting Club” and practically shoved people out of the way to sign up. (Alas, there was no Archery Club.) The best part is that I get a great discount at the shooting range, and after I attend one class, Jason can come to the rest. So we’ll learn how to shoot different types of guns and it’ll be awesome. Then when the world ends and we have to fight off others trying to steal our stash of Mountain Dew and Spam, we’ll be somewhat prepared.