What’s going on? Why haven’t I been posting here?
Gee, I dunno…just have nothing to say. Well that’s not strictly true. I always have something to say. Whether it’s worth listening to is another story all together.
But life is just ticking along. I’m feeling slightly grumpy and unmotivated…the mid year or mid winter doldrums. There are plenty of things I need to do, and plenty of things I could do, but I’m finding myself wasting time and not planning my days well. Doing nothing does not provide much real life to write about I’m afraid.
But I have been reading. I’m sorry to admit to Ari, that I didn’t finish reading The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde. I wanted to. Just because I like his name. Fforde. Ffunny. I read more than half, and got distracted and hadn’t read it in large enough chunks at each reading to really get into it. I love his imagination, and the literary references were clever, the story interesting enough..but I guess it was just tooo fiction for me. I didn’t fall in love with the main character enough to bother carrying on with it.
I am currently reading The Eve Tree by Rachel Devenish Ford. I’ve been reading her blog for a while now….she lives part of each year in India, and I like to live vicariously through her just a little bit. Although I’ve recently realised that though other peopeles lives or the lives we dream of may seem magical, there is no dream like quality to them…they are still messy and have their fair share of irritations and struggles. Annnnyyyyywaaaaaayy…..how I go on! The book! Yes, the book is about mothers and daughters, and mental instability or vulnerability. It’s about the land and belonging to it, and trees and family and fire. I like.
Today I filled the biscuit tin with home made Oat Crisps and got messy with glitter and glue and stickers with the kids. And yesterday I wrote a letter.
That’s about it.