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where we read

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I am a reader. There are stacks of read and unread books wherever you go in my house. There is a Kindle by my living-room chair and a Kobo by my bedside. Since I read multiple books at once, most are marked ‘last-page-read’.  I read the books a bit at a time, choosing whatever I think will suit me on a particular day.

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So where do I read? Anywhere!

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When I was young, I read in my bedroom. I’d take a flashlight to bed and hide under the covers to read. Mom was not fooled! When we went to Nova Scotia for summer vacation, I read in my grandfather’s orchard. There was a tree-limb perfect for sitting!

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During my university days, I read like a mad-woman, as much mystery/romance as I could absorb. I think I wanted solace from my steady diet of science texts and journal articles! My preferred reading place was my car – also a rest from the lab where I did most of my university studies.

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I still favour mysteries, especially detective series. Science fiction too. And poetry, always poetry!

A few series I’d recommend:

Chuck Bowie -“Donovan: Thief for Hire

Ann Cleeves – “Sheltland Island Mysteries

Ann Granger –  I like her older “Fran Varady Crime Novels

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Through the years, I have been constant in my reading spaces:

  • the car … for years I drove to a park on my lunch hour and cheerfully read the time away. When my son was in his early university days, I never minded waiting for him because I could read while I waited.
  • in bed … as the years go by, reading puts me to sleep faster and faster. It sometimes takes me months to read a particular book!
  • in my accustomed chair in the living room … experience with decades of public service work means I can read with any distraction.
  • in our camp at our table. No distractions, just good company.
  • but never in my planned reading space … when I retired I bought a comfy chair and designed a perfect reading corner. It is a great space to store stuff – books for my next signing, the shower head we haven’t yet installed, two throw pillows no-one wants to sit with and recent purchases not put away. When the chair is empty of stuff, it is filled with Zoë. I never read there …. never, ever.

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Where do you read? If you had a special reading spot, do you think you would use it?

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Copyright 2018 Jane Tims

 

 

Written by jane tims

February 8, 2018 at 7:00 am

Zoe finds a nest

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Every Christmas my kind brother-in-law gives us a beautiful basket, filled with homemade pickles and treats and done up with such style. I always save the basket and this morning put it in a chair to go upstairs. Not three minutes later, I came out to the living room to find Zoe in the basket, the straw rearranged to suit her. Not very apologetic either! Sorry, I realise the Net is overrun with photos of well-loved cats!

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Copyright Jane Tims 2017

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February 22, 2017 at 7:05 am

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a place for Zoe

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I’ve heard the theory that the Internet is 90% occupied by cats. I have spent a fair share of my time watching feline antics on stairways, kittens tumbling from chairs and cats sneaking up on cameras.

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The cat I spend most time with is Zoe. She is a small cat, about eight years old (whoops, my niece says Zoe is twelve)! She tries so hard to communicate and can usually make herself understood via telepathy. She sits and stares at me and I go through the list. Food? No. Water? No. Ice cubes? Yes.

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Zoe checks in with me at intervals through the day. She greets me and listens to the morning bird chorus with me. She runs in front of me to her bowls and waits while I feed her. When I am typing at the computer, she hops up and tries to help. Later, when I watch TV, she snoozes on my lap for a few minutes. She usually appears later to race through the house from corner to corner.

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Nothing special about this particular cat post. But I wish I had Zoe’s nonchalance, her utter calm, her faith that all will be well.

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Copyright Jane Tims 2016

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June 22, 2016 at 7:00 am

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warm room

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We had another snow storm last night.  In our winter climate, can anything compare with being settled in a warm room with a cup of tea, perhaps reading a good book, and listening to the storm throw handfuls of ice-pellets at the window glass?

As I write this, I know everyone is not so fortunate.

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winter lays a cheek against the glass   pecks at the window

rattles the door

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the room is a yellow lattice   on the snow   a frail package

of warmth   firelight   a quilt     the pages of a novel

kneading paws

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field mice and ermine etch    fleet trails in the thicket   breathe

in the velvet space beneath the fir

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kettle and cat are purring

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©  Jane Tims  2000

Written by jane tims

March 3, 2012 at 7:49 am

Zoë, watching

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Our feeding of the birds has given our cat, Zoë, a new form of entertainment.  She sits in the chair in front of the glass of the door leading to the deck and watches.  Her head swivels as each new arrival lands and selects its seed.  All evening, the pupils in her eyes are as black as those of the little Flying Squirrels she sees outside the window.

The birds and squirrels know they are being watched but have decided the sphinx behind the window glass cannot harm them.  For her part, Zoe knows she can only observe the antics around the feeder.  She contents herself with the pantomime of predation.

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strategic hyphenation

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patience nestles into space

between edge-wise foliage

strategic paw-placement where

no dry-leaf crackle, dry-twig snap

disturbs the nothingness downwind

of furred-or-feathered prey

no tattling breeze

can carry scent-anticipation

nostril-expectation

to be pounced-upon

all muscle-twitch contained

in nervous, horizontal

flick-of-tail

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©  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

January 18, 2012 at 9:54 am

string for Zoë

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Our cat Zoë’s niche includes a ‘string’. 

I often say our Zoë is ‘telepathetic‘.  She will sit and stare me down until I understand what she wants.  Sometimes she wants food.  Sometimes she wants fresh water, or an ice cube (yes, an ice cube).  Sometimes she wants to play, with her string.  Her trust that we will figure out what she wants is pitiful.

The string is not a special toy.  Any long thin peice of string will do.  A shoelace or a length of thread are all the same to Zoë.

Zoë can be an acrobat when her string is part of the action.  She will stalk the string and pounce on it.  She will walk upright on her back legs to reach it.  Sometimes she just wants to look at it.

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telepathetic

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Zoë thinks she is telepathic

sits intently, stares at me

narrow pupils on pale green eyes

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I run the list

water, cat food, litter

such simple needs

but no thought resonates

with telepathic tremble

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string

the word vibrates

as if plucked on a guitar

Zoë blinks her eyes

looks over her shoulder, utter longing

ten inch shoelace, knot at one end

pathetic on the hearth

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black pupils open round

frank pathway to brain

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© Jane Tims  2010

© Jane Tims 2011

Written by jane tims

December 9, 2011 at 6:32 am

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through Zoë’s eyes

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Each space is unique to its occupier.  For example, two people will experience a space quite differently.  How they perceive a space depends on their mood, their individual preferences for certain tastes, smells, and colours, and their background and memories.

Animals perceive spaces very differently from humans.  Their eyes and ears are tuned to a broader spectrum of colour and a different range of sound frequencies.

Zoë watches the air above her

My cat Zoë sees the world very differently from me.  Her perceptions are much keener.  At times, she will pay sudden and rapt attention to the empty space above her.  I puzzle for a moment, look a little harder, and there it is … a tiny moth I would never have seen if Zoë had not pointed the way.

If you have a pet, are you amazed at how differently they experience their space?

Zoe watches the birds in the feeders

 

Stalking the Wind

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the cat crouches 

on the window sill

puzzles out the night

considers fireflies and the moon

explores the June bug

on the other side

of the screen

pats at a maple key

wandering on the wind

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when the door cracks open

she is ready

she slips between my feet

into the yard

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and waits

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all around her

            the crickets

            the tickle of grass

            the scent of other cats

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no moment     to gather herself

and run

scooped

into the arms of her keeper

scolded inside

dour at the window

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next time

she will not pause

bewildered

she will leap and run

kin with the fireflies

pursuit of the wind

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Published as: ‘Stalking the Wind’, Spring 1995, Green’s Magazine XXIV (1)

 © Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

August 16, 2011 at 6:34 am

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