My garden may be minute, at only four containers, but I love it to bits! It reminds me that nothing happens overnight; it smells of good dirt; and the greenery and oxygen and growing things make me happy. All they ask of me is that I provide them with some time in the sun and a drink of water; there is no waste, no guilt, no noise, no financial considerations, no behavioral interventions or maintenance needing to be carried out. I think I’ll name one Bilbo and the other Fergus 🙂 Maybe Sergeant, too. And Slim? Haha!
More on all that later…
**Sergeant Pepper; Basil at a single stem and still surviving; Bilbo grows bolder; Fergus is minus a limb and still going strong.
The library has been good to me. However, I have to go now. I will return, never fear. I could soak up knowledge and free resources and entertaining human beings and free-range wifi in a comfy chair and welcoming space for eternity. But unfortunately, libraries do not operate 24/7. They should 🙂 This one is only open until 9pm.
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 ❤