thinking about reading
I used to be a voracious reader when I was younger. Reading novels constantly. My first husband hated it that I read so much that he actually took my books away and hid them or destroyed them - thought I was ignoring him and reading too much. It was true - I was escaping. After the divorce my reading changed and I started to read "how to" books instead. Books on art, crafts, painting, weaving, color theory, polymer clay, silver jewelry making, plant identification, small farming, books on spirituality, 12 step books, self help books. I have shelves full of those kinds of books down in the basement now. It might be time to go though them again and get rid of more of them. I'm into novels again. I don't feel like I am escaping from my life now though. I usually just read them before sleep or when I am tired and need a rest. My books stay in the bedroom. Though that isn’t to say I don’t “read” the rest of the day. I am reading internet-y stuff all day long. Too much! I’m addicted to it. Checking email. Checking LJ. Looking for stuff that I might want to buy. Researching. Fact checking stuff I hear. Being outraged by news. Reading other people’s opinions. I spend more time now than ever before in my life reading. I consider the time I spend reading real books and novels in my bedroom as a healthy and welcome escape from all the internet reading and wish I did more of it.
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Today will be a stay-at-home day. It’s supposed to rain too which makes that better. I’m going to try and be disciplined and do something productive. I also might cook something. I have lots of zucchinis and fresh tomatoes that I plan to make into soup. Today will be a good day for that.
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Today will be a stay-at-home day. It’s supposed to rain too which makes that better. I’m going to try and be disciplined and do something productive. I also might cook something. I have lots of zucchinis and fresh tomatoes that I plan to make into soup. Today will be a good day for that.