It's 8:15 on Saturday night. The parents are out of town for the weekend. I could have invited over all my friends and all of their friends, too, and had a raucous party with no fear of disturbing anyone. I could have invited over my favorite friends and enjoyed an intimate night of talk and laughter and yummy food. Instead, I'm sitting in my bed, all ready for sleep. My teeth are brushed, my face washed, my dirty clothes from the day in the laundry room and the dirty dishes loaded carefully in the dishwasher.
My intentions? I will read a little from my current book (The Grapes of Wrath—I'm so in love with the writing I almost don't know what's happening) and then snuggle up in bed and go to sleep. Judging from the size and frequency of my yawns, I'll be sleeping long before most everybody else even begins to think of ending the night.
This is one of my truths. I'm happiest when I have some space at night to get ready for bed leisurely and to spend some time writing and reading before falling softly in to sleep sometime between 9:30 and 10:30. Things just go better.
So tonight, while I have seemingly endless space to myself, I will hoard it jealously, sharing with no one. Tomorrow will be a better day for it.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Vingts Regards
Ma often offers to drop me at the library when we are out running errands. She'll ask if I need to pick up something without my having said anything about it. The answer, more often than not, is yes.
(Remember that one time when I tried to limit myself to two books from the library at a time? That was a bad idea. Thank goodness my reading plan gives me a reason to have a stack of books waiting for me to consume. It makes things so much easier.)
Yesterday, after dropping off a birthday card in the mail we stopped by the library so I could pick up a couple of holds.
In general, I need less than a minute to pick up a hold when I'm dropped by the door. Yesterday, I also swung by the fiction shelves and then through the mixed media department. With the added stops I think I upped my time to three minutes. Perhaps four.
In the media department I picked up the first cd in the solo keyboard section. OPL organizes their cds by artist, not composer. The first cd in the stack was the Vingt Regards sur l'Enfant Jesus of Olivier Messiaen played by Pierre-Laurent Aimard.
I had not heard of Messiaen before. One of the reasons I chose to run by the solo keyboard music to pick something up. Already I've expanded my music knowledge. I have to say, I'm not much of a fan of this particular work. As I have been listening to the Vingt Regards while working, my shoulders and neck have tightened up considerably. The Vingt Regards make me feel anxious and alone in an unwelcoming vastness that is at times sinister.
Even so, I intend to listen to the Vingts Regards all the way through a few more times. For the next couple of days they will accompany my work.
Note to self: remember to take stretching breaks. Lots of stretching breaks.
(Remember that one time when I tried to limit myself to two books from the library at a time? That was a bad idea. Thank goodness my reading plan gives me a reason to have a stack of books waiting for me to consume. It makes things so much easier.)
Yesterday, after dropping off a birthday card in the mail we stopped by the library so I could pick up a couple of holds.
In general, I need less than a minute to pick up a hold when I'm dropped by the door. Yesterday, I also swung by the fiction shelves and then through the mixed media department. With the added stops I think I upped my time to three minutes. Perhaps four.
In the media department I picked up the first cd in the solo keyboard section. OPL organizes their cds by artist, not composer. The first cd in the stack was the Vingt Regards sur l'Enfant Jesus of Olivier Messiaen played by Pierre-Laurent Aimard.
I had not heard of Messiaen before. One of the reasons I chose to run by the solo keyboard music to pick something up. Already I've expanded my music knowledge. I have to say, I'm not much of a fan of this particular work. As I have been listening to the Vingt Regards while working, my shoulders and neck have tightened up considerably. The Vingt Regards make me feel anxious and alone in an unwelcoming vastness that is at times sinister.
Even so, I intend to listen to the Vingts Regards all the way through a few more times. For the next couple of days they will accompany my work.
Note to self: remember to take stretching breaks. Lots of stretching breaks.
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