I sit here at 3:30 on a Friday afternoon and marvel that another weekend is upon us. I wonder if I’ll ever adjust to quaranTIME? I did manage to work my way through most of my to-do list this week (for the first time in a while … and my list even included some ugh things like getting my car’s emissions tested so I could renew the registration). and still, Georgia is in the news … thankfully not for a spike in COVID cases (which I’m honestly not sure I really believe … my life doesn’t look any different), but rather L-O-N-G voting lines. Two of my friends voted in person in less than an hour this week. My plan is still to vote next week … and I’ll have a sock-in-progress to keep me company.
Today marked Day 216 in my quarantine journal. seven months. I’m finding it harder and harder to remember what it was like Before. I’m grateful to have this blog and my journal for capturing the stories – big and little – that help me remember. I hope that there’s a future me who will find it hard to remember what it was like seven months into this quarantine. This post is for her.
I saw my mom In Real Life without a mask for the first time in months (her new house has a lovely wide sidewalk that’s perfect for a chair, and a visit) … also, I visited Starbucks for the first time since February 26.
I finished THREE books. I was immersed in the best way possible in all three of these stories. *ahem* even to the detriment of things I should’ve been doing?! #selfcare #amIright?
“There are several kinds of happiness, Washington. Sometimes it is not for us to choose, or even understand, the one granted us.”
Sara (@fictionmatters) recommended this book to me when I joined her Patreon community. I shared favorite books with her and she declared us “book twins”. When her first set of recommendations came back and included many books books I’d read and loved, I knew she was right. This book, however, was one that hadn’t been on my radar at all (perhaps because a few of my trusted book friends hadn’t been all that enthused about it?).
In any event, I loved the character of Washington Black, and his story was a grand one. Even grander, perhaps, because he was born in a time and place when Black men didn’t have those kinds of stories. Also, the writing is exceptional. not only the descriptions – oh my goodness, how about this one of the Arctic climate: “I dreamed about that cold for years after. It had a colour, a taste—it wrapped itself around one like an unwelcome skin and began, ever so delicately, to squeeze.” – but also emotions and motivations.
Wash and his story are going to be with me for a while. Thank you, Sara!
(note I originally borrowed the hardback from my library and finished with the kindle version. I really enjoyed reading this on paper, but the kindle makes it so much easier to capture the highlights!)
“The fact that we don’t know what’s going to happen in the future is a terrible mistake in the programming of the world. It should be fixed at the first opportunity.”
Oh my, this was a delightful surprise. Margene recommended it months ago and I was finally able to listen.
This book is funny (there’s a bit in the beginning where Janina talks about “testerone autism” that had me laughing out loud … on a walk in my neighborhood – I did get a few weird looks … and that happened more than once), thoughtful, surprising, and ultimately heartbreaking. The translation is especially good and the narration is inspired.
I can’t stop talking about this book, but wow, it’s hard to describe. I trusted Margene. maybe you’ll trust me. Grab a copy and listen!
A brand-new-to-me mystery series featuring an Episcopal priest (who used to be a helicopter pilot in the Army) and a police chief (also former military) in a small town in upstate New York. So totally in my wheel house …and yet, I first heard about it this summer thanks to Modern Mrs. Darcy’s Summer Reading Guide.
I devoured this in two evenings and an afternoon (gosh it’s nice to be able to set other things aside and just read a book!). I have the second one waiting on my Kindle, but I’ve promised myself I will get a few things on my to-do list done before I dive in.
I played three hours of tennis – a lesson on Tuesday, a clinic on Wednesday, and “just hitting balls” with my sister on Thursday. It was fun! I’m not as sore as last week. and I joined a team for the winter season!! I also met a few new people, and sweated a lot.
I walked 3-ish miles with Marc each morning. We rarely did this Before. for me, it took too much time. for him, I walked too fast. I can’t even remember most of what we talked about this week … but I do remember the Braves (maybe headed to the World Series?!?), golf, tennis, getting our house painted, empty school buses, taking out the vinca in the front bed, retiring the porch pots, and the camellias.
We did not talk about my knittingwhich has been so slow – see three books finished above! I am now well into sleeve #1 and sure hope to have a finished sweater next week.
Or the most-excellent mail week I had
The making issue is gorgeous. but I have no capacity for making anything Intricate right now (if you look closely at the sleeve photo above, you might notice that there’s a mistake – there were actually two offsetting mistakes in that section which is why I didn’t catch it – and I’ve decided to let it go … a reminder of what my making brain was up to in this, month SEVEN of the quarantine) Next up, I think I’m going to start the Dissent pullover. Yes there’s a colorwork pattern, but I think it’s one I can handle. and the community aspect of the KAL with The Craftivist sounds lovely. (assuming of course, I do finish Stonecrop soon-ish!)
Also, I’m wearing jeans and a sweater … and (store-bought) socks. It’s nearly 5pm and the shadows are getting long. Time to take Holly out.
This weekend, I certainly hope to catch up with y’all and the comments you’ve left on my recent posts.
and I wish y’all the best weekend available to you.