09 June 2013

The Sky Beneath My Feet [Book Review]

The Sky Beneath My Feet by Lisa Samson

Here's the tag line, which kept me reading the description of Lisa Samson's The Sky Beneath My Feet: Being married to a saint isn't what it's cracked up to be.

And here's the description, which made me request this book.

“Beth's husband won't be joining the family on vacation at the beach this year. He's not even joining them in the house. Instead, Rick has holed up alone in the backyard shed. Nobody knows exactly what he's up to. Maybe he's immersing himself in prayer. Maybe he's lost his mind. Maybe he's even the modern-day prophet or the saint the neighborhood artist imagines him to be. But while ‘St. Rick’ waits for an epiphany, Beth will have to figure out what to do with herself and their teenage sons, possibly for the rest of her life.”

Even though I don't directly relate to this description—on any level—I was intrigued by the premise. This lady's husband went to live in the yard? How ridiculous!

And I have to say, the first 12 chapters held my interest. Beth, the protagonist, is married to a pastor but isn't the way I have experienced/imagined pastor's wives to be. She's relateable, funny, sarcastic, and even irreverent. She also uses hip phrases like “Confession:” and interacts with Christian swag ironically. So I felt a bit kindred with her, despite having nothing in common.

The supporting characters in the book were (for the most part) interesting as well. Some were more interesting than others but all had a few ounces of crazy in them to make sure not even one character was normal. Maybe that's true about all of us, I don't know. But after a while I started hating how “quirky” everyone was. In their own unique way of course.

The quirkiest character of them all was St. Rick, who bailed on real life in favour of hanging out in the shed. The book makes it feel like it was for ages but when I went back and checked this all took place over a span of three weeks.

And then I thought, OK I've gone without my husband for three weeks before and my life doesn't fall apart. In fact three weeks is not very long at all. So, what's wrong with this lady? Does she have ZERO identity or personality outside of her husband?

So by chapter 12 I began to turn on Beth. Her constant whining about her situation no longer inspired support—in fact it inspired eye rolling—and I found myself yelling at my e-reader “Just go to Florida already, stop WHINING about it!”

Oh yeah, for some reason her reluctance to go for a 12-hour drive to Florida was a major story line in this book, although I cannot figure out why it was so important. Sure she had an epiphany while there but could that have happened somewhere else? Yes, I think so.

But before I get too mean, I have to say apart from a few problems in the plot it was a good read for the most part. The writing is tight, and I usually knew who was speaking (although sometimes I do need a name attached to a sentence, especially when there are four people in a conversation) and understood the underlying motives behind character's actions.

As well it was a quick read. I think it took me three days and I probably would have got through it faster if I had stayed engaged past chapter 12.

For me the real tragedy in this story is when Beth begins dealing with her feelings of being robbed of her hopes/dreams it really doesn't go anywhere. She states the feelings, then the story reconciles and is wrapped up neatly with a bow. Literally everything was wrapped up with a bow. It happened quickly and after a couple hundred pages of build-up the end was a complete anti-climax.

Also you have to have some basic knowledge of Quakers if you're going to bond with Beth. I have zero knowledge apart from the picture of that guy on the oats but Beth never tells me what a Quaker is, let alone why it causes friction between her and St. Rick, or why it makes her different. No reference point.

Anyway, so I did enjoy the book but feel it wrapped up too quickly, and too neatly.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review.

21 May 2013

Apparently I'm "Normal"

Sometime between this week and last I put my back out. And I feel so sorry for myself.

You don't even understand.

Because my back isn't just a bit sore.

It's not something I can take medication for and it goes away in a bit.

No, I actually put my back out.

And apparently this is normal.

The pain kind of built and built until one day when my alarm went off I found I couldn't sit up. (That'll learn me never to try becoming a morning person again.) After a couple failed (and painful) attempts I opted to barrel role out of bed. And I did it pretty effectively too, seeing as how I got out of bed and didn't fall.

From there it has been a downhill slide. The day was horrible and I couldn't sit down at work. The plus side of that is my desk is high enough to stand at so it wasn't weird.

The next day my arm went numb. Like, my entire arm.

Think of it folks. I'm a writer. Now I can't sit and I can't use one of my arms.

How am I supposed to do my job?

So there was that.

And also there was the confusion over why my body was rejecting me.

So I went to the walk-in clinic. I explained what was happening, the doctor felt a few places in my back and referred me to a massage therapist. He didn't seem phased about my arm, even though I repeated myself just in case he didn't catch it the first time around.

Then I called the therapist. After explaining my story I was informed since it was a long weekend I would have to wait five days before I could get in.

Again with the non-concern!

Eyes brimming with tears I booked the appointment and then called every other massage therapist I could get a number for. Over and over I got the "long weekend story" yadda yadda until finally three hours later I got a call back from someone who could take me if I left right away.

"How close are you to the clinic?"

Honestly? I didn't even know who was calling. The clinic? No clue. So I clarified.

"Uh…in Abbotsford?"

"No Coquitlam.

CRAP!

"Well, pretty far. Like 30 minutes or more"

"Leave now."

And you know what? I was so desperate I did. I drove 40 minutes to someone who would see me despite the "long weekend." Someone who thought my arm going numb was cause for at least some concern.

But still, it felt a bit crazy.

Anyway, now the long weekend is over and I did survive. But it has been one of those ones I'd rather not remember. My body hates me, my arm is still tingly, and I'm so far behind in my work I'm sweating just thinking about it.

Funny thing is, apparently most of my issue isn't my work posture but my stress level.

So I've had a lot to think about while stuck lying on heating pads on the floor.

11 April 2013

Where I'm At

Well seeing as I'm struggling here I thought I'd just be straight and say it like it is.

I'm tapped out.

I'm working through some branding and direction questions and in the meantime I'll have a couple neato giveaways in the next month. I don't know how long it will take me to take the next steps but hopefully by summer.

For now here is where you can find me on the Interweb:

  • Over at Gail Vaz-Oxlade's Other Voices blog. I write every Friday about my financial journey
  • For my day job I co-ordinate the LifeTrac blog, and I even write once or twice a month
  • Once per month I submit an article to Insights magazine, a free monthly Canadian publication
  • Also monthly I write little DIY pieces for UsedEverywhere, a fun and quirky lifestyle blog with contributors from across Canada

So, that's what's happening and where I'm at.

Until my next blog I hope you'll visit me in these other places…and let me know what you're up to as well!

03 April 2013

Apparently I Love the Letter "V"

broken-keyboard

A funny thing happened the other day. My letter "V" stopped working.

Just stopped. One day "V" worked and the next *poof* nothing.

After the "V" it was a steady decline…"C"…"X"…"Z" and finally "Enter" joined the party. It was a keyboard fizzle-out party.

A bit distressing.

And I didn't realize how heavily I relied on the letter "V" until the other day. Like all the time. Every other word.

So how am I typing now? I know you're wondering. Well, I have my laptop keyboard still. Which is great but it's elevated and hooked up to this and that so to actually type on the laptop keyboard my hands are at eye level. Slightly uncomfortable.

Anyway, I've never been in this situation before. I was so distressed I pulled the keyboard all apart and brought it to work for the guys to look at.

Desperate times, right?

So now I'm in the market for a new keyboard. And I'm going to be picky because I really like the one I have. Er…except for the bits that don't work. I don't like those bits.

Rough life, huh?