My Bookman and I had Friday off and so partook in the Half Price Books after Christmas sale. What fun!

We ran some errands while we were out too. We stopped by the bank to deposit a check. I decided to wait in the car, because really, how many people does it take to operate an ATM machine? When my Bookman exited the car, I saw his winter hat fall from his lap and onto the street. The language centers of my brain chose at that very moment to take a vacation to the Bahamas where it is sunny and much, much warmer. I yelled, “Jalabalah!”

My Bookman, not understanding that “Jalabalah!” means “You dropped your hat!” came round to my side of the car where I was still having articulation problems but did manage to get out “hat” while making like I was putting one on and then pointing to the other side of the car. He went back to the driver’s side and not until he saw his hat on the ground was he able to translate. He picked it up and continued on to the ATM.

I sat in the car and wondered at what I had just said. “Jalabalah?” WTF? And then I started giggling. I managed to get myself together enough to be able to tell my Bookman what it was I had yelled at him. He was amused but didn’t find it nearly as funny as I did for some reason. Of course that hasn’t stopped him from teasing me about it ever since.

Because I obviously need to work a bit more on words and sentences, it is a good thing I got some new books to help me out:

  • Housekeeping vs. The Dirt by Nick Hornby. Does a book of chatty book essays need an explanation?
  • The Ancient Greeks by M.I. Finley. This will go along with the other Finley book I have and I hope shed some light on the Greek mindset that will be useful for more of the tragedies I plan to read.
  • The Proud Tower: A Portrait of the World Before the War, 1890-1914 by Barbara Tuchman. I love this kind of history book and don’t read enough of them.
  • Along the Road: Notes and Essays of a Tourist by Aldous Huxley. I think Alain de Boton mentions this in his book The Art of Travel and it sounded really good. Unfortunately it is out of print and I have been looking for it for a couple of years. Then it just miraculously appeared on the shelf when I wasn’t looking for it. I love when that happens!
  • The Emperor by Ryszard Kapuscinski. I really liked Travels With Herodotus I am not really all that interested in the deposed king of Ethiopia, but I feel certain I will be once I begin reading this book.
  • The Grass is Singing by Doris Lessing. Verbivore commented on a recent post that this was one of the best books she read this year. When I saw it, I had to get it.
  • Twenty-Eight Artists and Two Saints by Joan Acocella. This one ended up on my TBR list because of Litlove. It is sure to be good.

For the holidays, my kind sister gave me a Barnes and Noble gift card. We’ll see how long I can go before spending it! My Bookman and I gave each other only one book each for Solstice even though the Kindle won’t make an appearance until February sometime. I received Eden’s Outcasts: The Story of Louisa May Alcott and Her Father by John Matteson. I gave him Between Earth and Sky: Our Intimate Connections to Trees by Nalini Nadkarni.

Life is good.