In a small burst of optimism last week, I declared that after coming back from our Washington DC field trip, life would calm down. I'm just not going to say that again. Cause it ain't happening. I've decided I'm just going to close my eyes and hold on to something sturdy each week, and squeak by from vacation to vacation. In this case, we are counting down...seven days until we go to St. George Island for Thanksgiving Week!!! So next Sunday Salon, I'm going to be in a better state of mind.
Anyway, a quick rundown on the week. Husband and son sick for a couple of days. Got my hair blonded. A couple of doctor appointments. The first of many meetings for my daughter's confirmation process. Making pierogies and a hunters stew in advance for a Polish night for our friends (that we hosted last night and have a couple times a year). Fundraiser golf tournament on Friday with my husband. Track meet all day Saturday, followed by that Polish dinner party. Busy busy.
Another thing that took a bit of my time this week was working on my Christmas cards. You may remember me talking about this last year. I make a promise to myself each year that these things are going to be done and sent out the day after Thanksgiving. This includes a letter and photo of the kids. It takes an obnoxious amount of time, but I feel like it is worth getting this task out of the way so I can sail through the Christmas season with a little less stress.
And I realized last week that I didn't even tell you of my reading activities! Over the last week and a half, I made my way through Jo Nesbo's "The Redeemer", a long but very satisfying murdery, juicy piece of fun. Enjoyable, even though I knew who was going to die because I read the damn books out of order again. I then started reading "Liesl and Po" by Lauren Oliver, which was recommended to me by my evil twin Jill. I'm early into that one, but I know I will enjoy it because I have loved Oliver's other books ("Before I Fall" and "Delirium").
On audio, I finished "Emily Alone" by Stewart O' Nan on my DC trip. Then I quickly blasted through M.T. Anderson's "Feed" (not to be confused with the Mira Grant one), and that was really something amazing from an audio perspective. I'll talk more about that when I review it. I am now about 80% of the way through "The Knife of Never Letting Go" by Patrick Ness, and it has consumed me. Not just consumed me, but chewed me up and spit me out. Nobody warned me. Or maybe I just didn't pay attention. Holy cow. These last two audio books of mine are perfect specimens of an audio being more than an audio. They are experiences. More publishers should take their lead.
I'm still not totally caught up on my review-writing, but I think I might be down to three or four, so I'm hoping to pound those out next week. I have been having a hard time finding a muse to write, but I find that if I just sit my butt down and tell myself I have to start, it usually flows from that point on.
I am having serious yearning for downtime, and actual SITTING perhaps, while we are on vacation. Just to sit. Take a nap. Listen to the waves. Drink a glass of wine at 4pm. Read when I want. Take long walks. Ahhh. I can feel my cellular structure starting to morph and change already.
On that note, I'm going to bid you a wonderful, restful Sunday. Adieu my friends.