I’m working at the dining room table while M eats breakfast. The sun is out, and the first floor is pleasantly, but not completely, messy. The Sunday newspaper is spread out on the dining room table, a cereal bowl or two are left as well, but the couch cushions are arranged and a blanket folded on the couch’s edge. M is about to take the boys to church. I’m skipping because the service appears dedicated to environmentalism, and well, I love my Unitarian Universalist status, don’t get me wrong, but you can probably figure out what a UU minister is going to say about environmentalism without actually showing up to the party. I don’t know, maybe she’ll challenge the congregation in particular with turning out the sanctuary lights or something. That would be interesting. But I’ll pass. I have a game tonight in the intramural league. Maybe I’ll drive down early and work on the building’s plants. Maybe I’ll stop at the plant store on the way and pick up a couple of new plants. The basement could use new growth.
Yesterday was ok. I drove to work early on a Saturday morning because I felt like getting out of the house and had forgotten the Friday organic food shipment in the downstairs office hallway. Later T, S, and I hit Half-Priced Books. I guess that means I drive 43 back and forth twice, but the day was pretty lazy, anyway, so I didn’t mind. The boys were excellent at the bookstore, negotiating with each other on a computer game purchase. I walked the stacks and picked up a five buck copy of Ha Jin’s “The Crazed” (I was reading a library copy but enjoyed the book enough to warrant a purchase) and a $1.50 copy of “The Great Gatsby”, which I haven’t read since high school. The book has come up in conversation here and there, so my interest was piqued. Anyway, after we drove home I hit the couch and read Ha Jin through most of the afternoon. Man, “The Crazed” is a great book. I know the book is set in China in a time of conflict, but I could relate a great deal to the main character’s inner conflict. I don’t often spend the afternoon on the couch with a book, as much as I love reading, because of all the other activities that make up the day, but I was more than happy to read through a bright sunny Saturday. Later I watched “American Hardcore”, a decent documentary on early 80’s American Hardcore music. I could have used less on the coasts and more on the scene as a whole, but isn’t the case in just about every cultural documentary that addresses an American movement? After dinner I read Gatsby on the couch (more on that as I continue to read, I don’t want to judge too early) and fell asleep early.
More later…everyone bouncing around me, hard to write.