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Strangely enough, I woke up this morning with a sudden and severe craving for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
High: I may actually get to see The Lord of the Rings today!
Low: A mountain of laundry and a never ending round of housework.
Figuring out the book I just read.
Marie and I have taking to concluding every sentence we say with "blah". Did any of you see the premiere of "Greg The Bunny"? If you did, you'll know what I mean. At any rate, it's driving Calvin nuts, which is why we do it.
Nothing, listening to a tennis match in the background.
I wrote a quick nothing of an update.
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March 30, 2002
Lazy Saturday Morning
Driving home from meeting friends for drinks last night, I declared to Calvin, "I'm insanely excited about being able to actually sleep in tomorrow. Imagine it! No alarm clock waking me up! I'll wake up whenever, and I won't get up! I'll lay in bed and finish my book! And then after that, I may watch cartoons! Or fall back asleep! Who knows?"
He tried to convince me to at least set the alarm for 10:00, but I pulled rank (heh) and steadfastly refused.
I woke up this morning at about 8:30, and tried to convince my brain that "sleeping in" means not cracking one's eyes open until 10:00, at least. But once awake, my brain refuses to fall in with a plan of added hours of oblivion. So I stayed in bed until about 9:15, thinking about shoes and ships and sealing-wax, of cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings.
Then I recalled the book my boss lent to me - "The Last Time They Met" by Anita Shreve. I got up, snagged it, and went back to bed. I believe I was just about halfway through the book when I started - two hours later, I was done. And baffled. And disturbed. And thinking furiously. Has anyone out there read it? If so, would you be so kind as to drop me a line? I'm dying to discuss it with someone. Which is why my boss wanted me to read it - with strict instructions to Not Read The Last Page. I do tend to do that (come on, lots of us book readers do), but I womanfully resisted the urge this time, based on her insistence that it would ruin the book. Which, having now read the whole thing (in linear fashion!), I can see how it would.
I emerged from the book with that dreamy, surreal, half-attentive state I usually experience after being submerged in a story for an extended period of time. It took me a while to come back out of it, and I found myself casting about for the familiar - getting the laundry started, making coffee, even toying with the idea of reading a completely fluffy novel I've already read once - because I felt so displaced.
But here I am, firmly re-established in reality, and enjoying my lazy day. Another person contributed to Storyteller (go! read! now!), which made me happy. I got the laundry started and the bed made, and Calvin's up and reading the paper. We may or may not go to see "The Lord of the Rings". We may or may not be productive in our housework. I'm toying with the idea of going out for a soak in the hot tub.
Has it really been so long since I've had a day like this? It feels like it.