Who Do You Think You Are, Anyway?

What a day so far (never thought I would be sharing my day on Facebook).

1. Appointment at 9 not without noticing my "tire is low" icon that looks like a horseshoe with an exclamation mark in the middle on my dashboard. Showed up several days ago. They put air in it, said come back so they could check it for nails if it showed up again.

2. To the dealership with my car. Leave it in the driveway. Drink my Code Red Mountain Dew, watch television and eat an orange in their cool little waiting room. Technician comes and tells me the machine (no doubt electronic or digital) for checking the tire is down, said he topped it off, will call me and "get me back in" when it's back online again (or whatever).

3. To the Topeka and Shawnee County Public Library to look at books. Yesterday I donated a box full of them. Today I'm trying hard to resist the temptation of looking at more 50-cent books. ("I don't need any more books. I have too many books. Are you crazy?") I even write a free verse poem about it. Here it is:

What's the point of reading?

Nobody talks about books.

And besides I have never

picked up a book I "could not put down."

People are such liars.

4. Walk out of there with FIVE MORE BOOKS. Well at least it didn't break my bank account.

Here they are:

1. Everyday Comfort: Spiritual Refreshment for Women by Rebecca Currington and Patricia Mitchell (Yet ANOTHER devotional).

2. Notes From Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky.

3. The Most Reluctant Convert: C.S. Lewis's Journey to Faith by David C. Downing (Inter-varsity Press)

4. Fresh Power by Jim Cymbala (pastor of the Brooklyn Tabernacle)with Dean Merrill.

5. The Author's Toolkit: A Step-by-Step Guide to Writing a Book by Mary Embree.

I can't believe this.

However minute, small spiritual progress: I am willing to admit to myself and another I bought (even though it only cost 50 cents) yet ANOTHER book about writing, acknowledging still and yet PUBLICLY my ignorance, frustration and lack of expertise. Before, I wouldn't tell anybody, thinking somebody might think I wanted to write a book and would laugh at me for even thinking about such a thing. Who do you think you are. anyway?