This morning I had the luxury of a sleep-in, made breakfast, dressed, did a bit of yoga and headed out the door. Work was a hive of activity. I came to the library afterwards to grab a few DVDs and just enjoy the space. Plans for the weekend include a handful of tasks around communications, and lots of self-care.
Some stuff still on my mind, but my head doesn’t feel like it’s going to fall off, so it’s been a good day 😀
I don’t know where all the people go. I don’t know that there are very many places we can spontaneously connect and co-exist without feeling a need to be somewhere else, but the library is one spot where people can still gather and explore comfortably and that makes me ridiculously happy.
I woke feeling blissful and not quite awake, grabbed a piece of pb toast, read my book and fell back asleep for a few more hours.
I’ve finally found a story to inhabit again. I read Because of Winn Dixie in one afternoon and watched it brought to life on screen in the evening. The Tiger’s Wife seems full of promise.
Lunch I suppose was oatmeal and fruit salad. Dinner I’ve accomplished already… imagine that, not even 5pm and the kitchen’s seen more activity and from-scratch concocting today than all of last week combined.
I spent the day under the radar: cleaned up, talked with Mom, which made me happy — and read some more.
I finished The Gunslinger by Stephen King, just before Christmas 2018. It was not a reading experience I wished to repeat. Full of vivid descriptions of desperate places and people, dark magic, murder and malice it felt like every word on the page was doomed (I would be curious to see the movie adaptation just released, but I’m not feeling too optimistic).
I opened The Shipping News next and proved myself a sucker for punishment. The story takes place almost entirely in Newfoundland, which was a surprise, won numerous praise, and had been adapted into a movie. It was, like The Gunslinger, part of my curious collection of possibilities, sitting pages unturned on my bookshelf. So, I thought it worth a try…
Quoyle, the protagonist is the definition of hapless. Nothing goes well for him. His wife does not love him, his kids are taken from him and sold to the highest bidder, his father is uncovered as a rapist. Car wrecks, shipwrecks and sexual assaults abound. Ghosts and murderers wander unchecked. Homes and loves and livelihoods are washed into the sea. The only good thing that happens is that he gets his kids back unharmed, and ultimately finds a woman who loves him back.
I came home from the library with an armful of entertainment recently, consisting of the following films: The Great Gatsby, Wonder, The Godfather, Roman J Israel, Esq., and The Jungle Book.
Wonder made me cry. Gatsby was captivating, Denzel as Roman J Israel, Esq., was unrecognizable and thoroughly compelling — I would have watched it over again, but had to return it promptly or risk losing more money from my ‘laundry’ jar to the library for overdue loans. The Godfather I grabbed out of curiosity and to prepare myself for the next time Ruby tosses a choice quote into the conversation — it’s a work in progress. I had tried watching The Jungle Book several times since it’s release and could not manage to enjoy it; I wanted to try again. This time, I ran with the pack 🙂
In all, the time I spent as an audience member was a wonderful hiatus from reality, with much popcorn and many blankets ❤
Listen: Today is your day: eat, sleep and be well.
I haven’t done anything today, really. I’ve been alone in the best, day-in-the-life way, and not getting wrapped up in it, but just listening and following through at my own pace. I was up at 830am, had breakfast and did a few dishes, let the sunshine in, folded some laundry. Washed, cleaned my teeth and tidied my hair and nails and dressed in clothes for moving in; I hate clothes that feel like you’re drowning in a box at the bottom of the sea. I like clothes that make me believe I can do anything. Pants you can get on and off without a fight to the death, tops you can pull out when you’re tearing off, without worrying about how many directions you can’t go in.
I had a crappy sleep last night, but a decent nap this afternoon. I’ve eaten my way through a bowl of porridge with 1 whole banana, flax seed and coconut milk, topped with peanut butter. Tea and toast and an orange. Dinner will be a tie between stir fry and something with potatoes and beans.
I’m feeling sane today, if unsettled. I love my bedroom. I’ve finished re-reading the chronicles of Narnia and have to admit I have no memory of such a finale as is found on the last page. As season four of Outlander is airing in the universe of restricted access, I’ve gone old school and am rereading book 4 which is the best kind of guilty pleasure and has all the riveting and mundane pieces that make up everyday life in company with Jamie and Claire, which anyone might bristle at when artists of adaptations find they must leave out, or alter them in the interests of budget or time or the fact that the artists themselves are not omniscient and all-powerful enough to bring fully to life the story everyone plays in their heads. I have to find a new page-turner — with pages unturned — sourced from my newly beloved bookshelf.
I feel so incredibly privileged today and every day to get to work with some wonderful humans. Today, November 7th, Diwali was celebrated, and I felt warm all over 🙂
I also have to say that my recent relocation and reduction in technical temptations has done me a world of good so far. The light is welcomed in, not shut out and I am sleeping and eating and feeling so much better than I have been in months. I get to walk to work again, which has so far been 100% enjoyable and stress and tumble free!
Despite being away sick for 3 consecutive days last week — and I would have given almost anything to be well enough to work instead of feeling like I got crushed under 5 pianos — I was able to play some cello, drink a ton of tea, read 3 books, including The original Wizard of Oz, (which I don’t think I’d actually read before and really enjoyed). I made popcorn at all hours, had some good belly-laughs and shed a decent amount of tears watching ‘Up’ and ‘Forrest Gump’ and ‘Secretariat’. I also caught up with a few friends and family, helped Rube with a bit of her homework and got a few more housekeeping items done! Even though the energy got sucked out of me every 20 minutes, requiring another 2 hour napping period, I did not get discouraged.
Returning to work on Monday, our fearless leader, who was also taken out by a similar illness and away for the same 3 days, welcomed me heartily back to the land of the living 🙂
I’m at the library now and I think they have the air-conditioning on? It’s freezing, even with a sweater and I think I’ll have to head home now, get dinner and warm up my toes!
Change is good, talking dogs are golden, and light is more than the absence of darkness and lessening of heavy loads.