Sunday, July 12, 2009

just back from a week at the Jersey shore; I'm very grateful that it didn't rain. I had a wonderful time, but I did get a bit stressed over stuff like trying to pack up my family's life, and squish it into my little green beetle. It would be different if things like pillows, blankets, towels, beach towels, tissues, tp, spices, hand soap, etc., didn't need to be packed. And also if I wasn't a woman, and didn't need to pack for rain for shine, for heat, for cold, for sun with a breeze, for beach, for boardwalk, for bike riding. Oh wait, I miss it already, I would gladly make another go of squashing it all back in there if I could have another week.
Read Twilight while there. I had no intention of reading said book, but my sister in law was fourth person to recommend it, and did so the day before I left, and with a flush of enthusiasm for Edward (male lead). I could prattle on now about the things that do not impress me about that book, and maybe later I will, but perhaps I should just be mute, for the point is moot, I am hooked, I am on to New Moon, and know for certain I will not stop till I have read all the books in the series. In fact I wish to be reading one right now. It is just that at the beach one can sit in a chair, feet in the sand, nose in a book for an hour, or three, and it all seems perfectly legitimate, but at home, if I take the same beach chair and set in my backyard, and plop myself down there for a spell, well it just seems indulgent and lazy, and a bit odd. Though I do keep declaring that I am doing laundry at the same time, but there is this nagging feeling that the washing machine and dryer are actually doing the majority of the work while I'm not really doing anything. And I can't help but notice all the weeds that took to my yard vibrantly while I was away. But still it is Sunday, a designated day off. I could be on vacation for one more day; I could take the linens from the dryer and toss them on my bed, and shove the clean wet towels into the dryer, and put another dirty pile into the wash, and..and..go outside, with a book and sit in the sunshine, with the lovely breeze, and only notice the flowers in my yard (not the weeds), faintly hearing the birds, and the children of summer, till I drift away, from seeing a page of printed words, to that magic when you no longer see the words, and see only pictures, as you peer into another world.

4 comments:

strugglingwriter said...

I love it when I get so into a book that I think about it when I'm not reading it. This doesn't happen very often, but when it does it's magic.

You have a green beetle? We have a blue one, and in fact it will be paid off this month! I think my wife likes that car more than she likes me :)

Taffiny said...

nah,she loves you both..equally :)

It might turn out scary but part of me really wants to have mine painted light pink; it's probably a good thing, I don't have spare cash just lying around.

Akasha Savage said...

Hiya. Loved the post. My daughter's all into the Twilight books at the present. She loves them, but wasn't too impressed with the film. I've just finished reading an excellent book: The Likeness by Tana French. I finished it in just two days...couldn't put it down.
:)

Taffiny said...

Akasha,

I love when that happens, when you physically can't put a book down, and you live in this other world, until you turn that last page. (when you are released back to your own life)
:)