Friday, November 02, 2007


Well it’s been a long and stressful week. Actually, I guess it’s still part of that week; I wrote this on Friday afternoon, and I still had Youth Group to go to, not to mention a wedding on Saturday.

Speaking of Youth Group, I still haven’t created a blog to write about it. I don’t know if that means I won’t bother; I would have assumed that I’d have done it by now, so maybe the fact that I haven’t been excited enough to do it means that I’ll never bother. On the other hand, it’s been on my mind the whole time—not taking up a lot of room, in my mind, just sort of huddled in the corner, staying out of the way—so that means that it’s not yet out of the question. A couple of weeks ago we went to some kind of a youth rally, and I met a lot of other leaders of youth groups, and it’s quite possible that we’re all going to want to keep in touch. Perhaps a blog will be part of that. (It would be really sad if the only thing preventing me from starting this stupid blog is that I can’t find a template I like…)

I was looking back through the serna Book Blog this afternoon, and realized that there are a lot of murder mysteries and spy novels there, and not a lot of “real” novels. Which is appropriate, I think; if I ever do finish my novel, it will be much more in the “light reading” category than in the “Great Canadian Novel” category. But still, I’d like to read some books that have more substance, too. So I’ve started reading The Inheritance of Loss, by Kiran Desai. I’ve heard good things, and so far I’m very much enjoying the writing. (I also have to re-read The End For Which God Created the World, because of an ongoing conversation I’m supposed to be having with a friend at church, but I haven’t looked at it yet.)

On an unrelated note, the relative that I’d written about, who had the stroke, is potentially going to be written up in a medical journal. Apparently the symptoms she had were very rare—she’s only the second person in Canada to have experienced it—so they’re going to write about it.

And that’s about it. The ennui continues, but I’m not worried about it. Work continues, which pays the bills. Church continues, which helps feed the soul. Youth Group continues, and hopefully I’m helping.