This post was supposed to be published on Monday morning but my blog was broken, probably from lack of attention.
Anyway, do me a favor, whatever day it is when you read this, pretend it is Monday morning. Thanks.
I sit here in my quiet house and do not miss the noise, not yet, at least. The mess remains and builds as messes tend to do, but the children are finally back in school after the longest winter break in the history of all mankind. It was extra long to begin with, then Polar Vortex: 2015 Edition arrived and added to it’s length.
After over three weeks, they begin their second semester, my daughter’s very last semester of high school. She is already celebrating the fact that she is a second semester senior. Let the slide begin.
I’ve learned some things over this long winter’s break.
My capability to live sanely without some sort of routine expires after two weeks, especially when the thermometer reading contains a negative sign. I am not a creature of habit. I am actually quite horrible at voluntarily establishing new habits, something I hope to work on in 2015. But silence, order and routine are good friends of mine and I begin to miss them when they are absent. I will be ready to break from routine when summer arrives, but, for now, I welcome its return.
Never stand too close to a wall or door when sneezing.
Let’s just say that my forehead hurt for a few days and leave it at that.
I’m pretty sure the spirit animal of Hannibal Lecter wants to kill me.
That squirrel sat atop my garage all morning long. I stood at my kitchen window and it stared at me. I walked outside to put the trash in the dumpster and its little beady eyes followed my every step. I think it may have licked its chops and I’m pretty sure I heard it say Clarice. Getting groceries had to wait for another day as my path to the car would have taken me right under its perch and I didn’t want to die that way. I haven’t seen Hannibal since that day. I suppose Polar Vortex: 2015 Edition was good for something.
I want to live in Stars Hollow.
Cheerio and I began watching Gilmore Girls together a few months ago, but ramped up our binge watching significantly over winter break. We still have to finish the last season so NO SPOILERS.
Stars Hollow is a magical place where the snow is always clean and fluffy, yet it’s never quite cold enough for Loralei to button her jacket. It’s a place where the vegetables are always perfect and fresh and the coffee is always hot, as is the person who pours it. Luke Danes is currently challenging Charles Ingalls in his role as my pretend boyfriend.
Being a reader makes me feel better about myself.
I go through reading/non-reading phases. There are months during which I don’t finish a single book and there are months when I devour half a dozen (Books, that is. Not doughnuts. Though there are those months, too. Why is it that the word “dozen” automatically elicits visions of doughnuts in my head?) I love to read (and I love doughnuts), so much sometimes that a book consumes me and I find it difficult to do anything else. But I prefer this to not reading any books at all.
Here are the books I finished over Winter Break:
- The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion – This book didn’t grab me right away, but I am very glad that I stuck with it. I came to love the characters and the perspectives that they offered.
- The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin – I liked the idea of this book. I love the setting of a small bookshop on an island. But I never really felt like I got to know the characters, and for me, how much I love a book almost always comes down to character development. I enjoyed reading it enough, but it will not go on my favorites list.
- Out of the Easy by Ruth Sepetys – This is probably my favorite of the books I read over break. A coming of age story found in the Young Adult section, this book made me know and love the characters and the setting (1950s New Orleans).
- The Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh – My mother gave me this short book to read. It is more of a long essay, written in the fifties, about being a mother, a writer, and a woman. This book was written at the time that my grandmothers would have been my age. I found it both comforting and a little disconcerting to look at it from their perspectives and to realize that the women of today and the things we feel, the thoughts we think, are not all that different from those of our grandmothers and our mothers.
“…I want first of all – in fact, as an end to these other desires – to be at peace with myself. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well that I can.”
Sound familiar? Apparently, our grandmothers were right there trying to map their courses in the same way we are now trying to map our own. I like to think that my grandmothers are still along for the ride, pointing me, ever so lightly, in the right direction.
See? I didn’t just sit on the couch binge watching Netflix for the whole Winter Break. I also sat on the couch reading books.