Yes, I’m a bit late in looking back on 2019. But I found it difficult to put into words my feelings about the last year and the three previous ones.
Silence is more musical than any song.
The last week resulted in quiet times here on the blog and at home. A week of blank days on my calendar awaited me. I had grand plans.
With physical therapy appointments scheduled now every other week, I had no reason to go there. And there were no doctor appointments to keep.
My plans included establishing an at-home physical therapy schedule as two weeks between appointments is a good bit of downtime. I also hoped to move my “office” supplies and writing tools back to the corner of my workroom. And we had lunch dates planned with two couples. I was excited by these prospects.
What I thought were allergies last weekend turned into a nasty cold by Tuesday morning. From then until now, this monster destroyed my plans. We did get in one lunch date on Monday. I hope that couple doesn’t get my cold germs!
But there is always a silver lining, isn’t there?
Ah, the quiet times of a slow and unburdened week. I’ve sipped tea while reading and jotting down notes. My handy yellow highlighter waits by my chair. Read an entire Elizabeth George Inspector Lynley mystery, plus started a Dinty Moore book on writing the personal essay (good stuff!). In the background, I’ve listened to classical music.
I’ve stolen naps here and there from bed to recliner with a cozy tuxedo kitty on my lap or by my side. Somehow Maggie has just the magic to help one sleep easy.
I’ve simply allowed myself to be soothed by the need not to be hurried to get here, go there, and turn around to do the same thing tomorrow. Even though my plans were dispelled and I was feeling unhealthy, it was ever so nice.
In my last post, I dedicated a week to catch up on my TBR pile. And maybe I’d add a second week. Both weeks were still not enough to shorten my reading stack. But I did get a lot of reading done.
Prior to my reading staycation, I had checked out Tracy Chevalier‘s The Last Runaway from my local library. I decided to finish it before I started anything on my TBR pile. It was worth the time finishing it and avoiding a late fee!
A Portland publisher offered ARCs of This Particular Happiness: A Childless Love Story, a memoir by Jackie Shannon Hollis. I was fortunate enough to receive one and read it during my summer reading R&R. Once given the OK I’ll be posting a review here, Goodreads, and Amazon.
I also started a new book from Karen Eisenbrey, Wizard Girl (Daughter of Magic Book 2). Karen is a talented writer and musician. I’ll review her book on Goodreads and Amazon when I’ve finished reading it.
Sprinkled throughout my two reading weeks were some other books. They included:
- The Deep End by Julie Mulhern
- A Memory of Violets: A Novel of London’s Flower Sellers by Hazel Gaynor
- Colleen Faulkner‘s Our New Normal
And there’s always room for a writing book or two, such as:
- It Was the Best of Sentences, It Was the Worst of Sentences by June Casagrande
- We Wanted to be Writers by Eric Olsen and Glenn Schaeffer
I have made a spur of the moment, joyous, and lovely decision!
Beginning tomorrow, I am taking at least next week to do nothing other than reading some books that are piling higher and higher by the day. In fact, I may get brave and take the next week to do the same.
Here’s what’s waiting for me:
- Shawn Smucker’s Light from Distant Stars and The Edge of Over There
- Karen Eisenbrey’s Wizard Girl;
- This Particular Happiness by Jackie Shannon Hollis;
- Jumping Over Shadows: A Memoir by Annette Gendler; and
- I’ll be finishing The Last Runaway by Tracy Chevalier.
If our weather stays as nice as it is, you may find me on the back porch swing with a glass of iced tea and a couple of kitties.
See you in a page-turning while!