Anyone out there absolutely LOVE Vonnegut? And then simultaneously realize sometimes you just can’t handle him? Moi. Over here; right here. Ya. I think, was he for real? And then I remember how I felt the first time I read about Bokonists pressing one’s feet against another’s….
Whatever pilgrim! I didn’t come here to talk about the Kurt.
(I’ve been watching a lot of Family Guy. I’m seriously stuck on Peter’s John Wayne impersonations….Pilgrim.)
Find running shoes: start couch to 5k.
Decide on and put a payment on a wedding band from Tiffany’s.
Hike to the West Coast, take pictures as proof. Start garden.
Celebrate last birthday as a “single” lady. Go to SanFran with BFF.[Amended to "Seattle w TF"]
Throw a kick ass, stress free party for all my friends so they can watch me get married. Live the moment; you only get married for the first time once.
Paint a picture. I chose to garden instead…also I still haven’t unpacked therefore can’t find my easel.
Read a book I’ve put off from the NYR/2011.
8.) Make a sour dough starter. Keep it alive forever.
9.) Harvest. Cultivate. Enjoy.
10.) Make epic costume.
11.) Bake every weekend. Of just this month… maybe.
12.) Go to Sudbury for Christmas.
Me either, however things are shaping up pretty darn awesome. Well this little update was basically just for books! I count books on
tape iPhone as a book read. I just do, so get over it.
This last two months I have devoured five books and I’m on my sixth. I love Miriam Toews, so I read two of hers. A Boy of Good Breeding, funny and entertaining. Irma Voth, tragic and beautiful. I still count The Flying Troutmans as my favorite of her books. I really read those ones, with pages and everything.
I’ve listened to Crime and Punishment, Paradise Lost, and now I’m on Middlemarch. Here’s something I had to pull over to write down it got me so good.
“We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips and in answer to inquiries say, “Oh, nothing!” Pride helps; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our hurts — not to hurt others.”
End of chapter 6