It seems a constant refrain, but here it is half-way through September and I’m wondering how we got here already. Although I think I know the answer this time: a frightening series of deadlines at work. The timing of new jobs and client expectations certainly proved the phrase “never rains but it pours.” I think this week will be more sane. Think. At any rate, the weather should be much more cooperative: last week featured a two-day heat wave that could have done me in by itself even without the midnight power outage the second day. Good-bye ceiling fans and any hope of a decent night’s sleep. I’ve made quite a good zombie impression this week! (And it would of course have been the night before the office-sponsored marketing even we were all requested to attend. At least I didn’t doze off in my potatoes…On the other hand, I believe I’ve found another book to add to my will-eventually-happen local reads project list. A comedic one.)
All this to say I don’t think I read more than two pages this week prior to yesterday. Nor even last weekend–I sat down to read a new book (my Classics Spin title, Rebecca, if you must know) and decided I simply couldn’t until I had dumped all my thoughts of my various spring and summer reads into posts. So I spent a good deal of time working on those, and really, this should be my post on Quiet, but I decided to write this instead. (I think maybe after I finish this I’ll proof my Quiet post and schedule it for this week. Otherwise, if not careful, I’ll be posting on books I read in June come December.)
I’m a bit dismayed to realize it’s also a quarter of the way through R.I.P. and I’ve barely made a dent. (Only a teeny bit of Rebecca.) I really like the challenge, or at least the idea–so what am I doing with this stalling thing? Silly me. Maybe the arrival of fall’s chill will inspire me.
Sitting at the lake (at a local state park) yesterday, waiting for the family reunion to start provided me the best reading I’ve had in over a week. It was cool (chilly, actually), but the sun beating on my back was pleasant, and the sound of the waves lapping and the insects humming put me in a mood to read I haven’t found in my brief lunch breaks lately. I don’t think we get enough of nature in our busy (sub)urban lives. I don’t even mean the rough, backwoods variety, I mean the quiet sounds of out-of-doors. It’s so nice that the state parks in Ohio are still free to visit. I don’t know why I don’t go more often. I think if you throw a stone you hit one. I pass near the entrance to this one everyday going to and from work. It’s just always a matter of that pesky word, time.
May you find time this week–for reading, for resting, for nature. Happy reading!