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Frostbite of Bluster
Mar. 4th, 2019 09:59 pmUgh, well, there must be something I could say that doesn't involve being depressed or obsessing about my mother. However, before I move on to that more interesting something, I am going to complain that I've been trying to set up a celebration for my mother's 93rd birthday on Sunday. Gosh, this could be a fun time . . . planning an affectionate celebration with the other kids, getting together, laughing over shared memories . . . OR it could be a super annoying repetitive bunch of nonsense with people I am related to who are non-cooperative and who seem not to understand the concept of fun. I'll just put my hand over my eyes and reach into this trick top hat and pull out a slip of paper. Which will it be? "FUN" or "ARGH"? Oh I just WONDER . . . .
Well, that's enough about that. I had a brief burst of reading a few days ago, but now I've bogged down again. I guess I'll read volume 3 of the Broken Earth trilogy, The Stone Sky, eventually, but not now. There's too much torment. I already endured several child killings, one of my least favorite things in a story, plus some other things I changed my mind and decided not to enumerate. I admire N. K. Jemisin's writing. The world-building is interesting, and on a big scale, which I appreciate. Yay for the sweeping canvas and some earthshaking events. There are some cool things, like scary magic that turns people into facsimiles of themselves, made of precious stones. But there's also so much cruelty and killing on a mass scale, ostensibly to create a better world. I need a break.
As an alternative, I've been trying again to read this book my dinner friends are all excited about, The Religion of Democracy. I've also bogged down on that one, and after only a couple of chapters. It became depressing once John Adams left the scene.
I could get a lot more done if I could have a double day. It would take me till afternoon to extricate myself from the Dantean dark wood of sleepless nights and tangled thoughts. I'd get a few chores done, and then the day could start over again for the second time, and I'd actually get somewhere! At dinner on Friday, we agreed that we need a Gap Day in between Saturday and Sunday, a day without a name or schedule, on which it was forbidden to make appointments or do any work. It would be a day for naps, reading, leisurely meals and drinks, and creative projects. Of course, I don't need Gap Day the way my friends do, because I'm retired. It's still a good idea.
It was freezing cold again today, with a thin bitter snow swirling around in the harsh wind. I made bread. Taking a few loaves of hot bread out of the oven always makes me feel wealthy. It's magic, like spinning straw into gold.
Well, that's enough about that. I had a brief burst of reading a few days ago, but now I've bogged down again. I guess I'll read volume 3 of the Broken Earth trilogy, The Stone Sky, eventually, but not now. There's too much torment. I already endured several child killings, one of my least favorite things in a story, plus some other things I changed my mind and decided not to enumerate. I admire N. K. Jemisin's writing. The world-building is interesting, and on a big scale, which I appreciate. Yay for the sweeping canvas and some earthshaking events. There are some cool things, like scary magic that turns people into facsimiles of themselves, made of precious stones. But there's also so much cruelty and killing on a mass scale, ostensibly to create a better world. I need a break.
As an alternative, I've been trying again to read this book my dinner friends are all excited about, The Religion of Democracy. I've also bogged down on that one, and after only a couple of chapters. It became depressing once John Adams left the scene.
I could get a lot more done if I could have a double day. It would take me till afternoon to extricate myself from the Dantean dark wood of sleepless nights and tangled thoughts. I'd get a few chores done, and then the day could start over again for the second time, and I'd actually get somewhere! At dinner on Friday, we agreed that we need a Gap Day in between Saturday and Sunday, a day without a name or schedule, on which it was forbidden to make appointments or do any work. It would be a day for naps, reading, leisurely meals and drinks, and creative projects. Of course, I don't need Gap Day the way my friends do, because I'm retired. It's still a good idea.
It was freezing cold again today, with a thin bitter snow swirling around in the harsh wind. I made bread. Taking a few loaves of hot bread out of the oven always makes me feel wealthy. It's magic, like spinning straw into gold.
