Well, I won't be writing on weekends, nor on days I have doctor appointments. Clearly.
In breaking news, my cardiologist has stricken caffiene from my life, and so I approach the computer this morning with a foggy head. How do you people function without coffee? Why do you bother? Such lack is likely to impede my writing entirely. Though, happily, not today.
I found myself in an antique store this weekend, and very nearly spent some money. Antique stores are glorious places, full of mystery and beauty. All of those lovely old things cause me to covet. I found a dictionary stand that I still might go back for. It was on sale. Anyone who knows me, knows that I love dictionarys. The thought of having my 1828 Webster's Original Replica elevated on a stand, and permanently open for ease of access, causes me swells of rapturous delight. One must embrace one's swells of rapturous delight. Mustn't one?
Ease-of-access and my love for books have brought me around to considering a Kindle. By "considering" I mean that I have chosen the one I want, and given strick instructions to my husband regarding what he is to have awaiting me on Christmas morn. The thought of having all of the books I love on my person at all times causes me more swelling of delightful rapture. (Actually, those words can be used in a variety of combinations, and can produce a slightly bawdy image. Perhaps I should refrain from further poetic explaination of rapturous swelling-inducing delight.) I just get happy about books.
E-Readers have always seemed a betrayal to eons of books. Reading is, in my opinion, a sort of relationship with the writen word, involving commitment, undivided attention, and the act of holding close the object of literary interest. An electronic device seems rather impersonal and counterfeit. However, I am getting over my reservations. The blissful possibility of holding all my favorites in my hand at one time, moves my interest in reading from "relationship" to downright "Romance." I carry with me that list on books which I shall download immediately. It turns out that a great many of the books I love were published rather a long time ago. In the world of E Readers, such books are free of charge. The only thing better than old books full of beautiful words, is a free collection of such.
The foray into an antique store was a spontanious diversion this weekend. I find that unexpected detours are a staple of my days, as my time is ruled by the needs of my children and husband. I had taken two of my kids to the movie theatre, to meet with their cousins. The cousins were running late, and the antique mall was situated adjacent to the theatre. I seized the opportunity.
It is difficult to make plans of any kind, when there are several other people involved. With 5 other people in the house, who have individual lives of their own, and whose plans intersect with mine, I find that I seldom have a day go as I'd planned. It's easier if I don't plan, but I'm not good at that. By nature, I am a planning-control-freak who wants to also plan a little spontanious fun. Riding the tide of daily circumstance stresses me out.
Stressing out is bad for my heart.
Shopping relaxes me. As does reading.
I really need to go buy that Dictionary stand, don't I? My life depends upon it.
In breaking news, my cardiologist has stricken caffiene from my life, and so I approach the computer this morning with a foggy head. How do you people function without coffee? Why do you bother? Such lack is likely to impede my writing entirely. Though, happily, not today.
I found myself in an antique store this weekend, and very nearly spent some money. Antique stores are glorious places, full of mystery and beauty. All of those lovely old things cause me to covet. I found a dictionary stand that I still might go back for. It was on sale. Anyone who knows me, knows that I love dictionarys. The thought of having my 1828 Webster's Original Replica elevated on a stand, and permanently open for ease of access, causes me swells of rapturous delight. One must embrace one's swells of rapturous delight. Mustn't one?
Ease-of-access and my love for books have brought me around to considering a Kindle. By "considering" I mean that I have chosen the one I want, and given strick instructions to my husband regarding what he is to have awaiting me on Christmas morn. The thought of having all of the books I love on my person at all times causes me more swelling of delightful rapture. (Actually, those words can be used in a variety of combinations, and can produce a slightly bawdy image. Perhaps I should refrain from further poetic explaination of rapturous swelling-inducing delight.) I just get happy about books.
E-Readers have always seemed a betrayal to eons of books. Reading is, in my opinion, a sort of relationship with the writen word, involving commitment, undivided attention, and the act of holding close the object of literary interest. An electronic device seems rather impersonal and counterfeit. However, I am getting over my reservations. The blissful possibility of holding all my favorites in my hand at one time, moves my interest in reading from "relationship" to downright "Romance." I carry with me that list on books which I shall download immediately. It turns out that a great many of the books I love were published rather a long time ago. In the world of E Readers, such books are free of charge. The only thing better than old books full of beautiful words, is a free collection of such.
The foray into an antique store was a spontanious diversion this weekend. I find that unexpected detours are a staple of my days, as my time is ruled by the needs of my children and husband. I had taken two of my kids to the movie theatre, to meet with their cousins. The cousins were running late, and the antique mall was situated adjacent to the theatre. I seized the opportunity.
It is difficult to make plans of any kind, when there are several other people involved. With 5 other people in the house, who have individual lives of their own, and whose plans intersect with mine, I find that I seldom have a day go as I'd planned. It's easier if I don't plan, but I'm not good at that. By nature, I am a planning-control-freak who wants to also plan a little spontanious fun. Riding the tide of daily circumstance stresses me out.
Stressing out is bad for my heart.
Shopping relaxes me. As does reading.
I really need to go buy that Dictionary stand, don't I? My life depends upon it.
1 comment:
Your life DOES depend upon that dictionary stand. I am sure of it. Also, I had some reservations about e-readers, but after getting a Kindle (all Charles' idea) all of those reservations were put to rest. Now I mostly use my iPad so that Jo can use our Kindle and it is lovely to have access to my Kindle books on my iPad or my iPhone. So they are ALWAYS with me!! Plus, I think that the transition to an electronic device is no more of a betrayal than the printing press was back in the day. But, that's just my take on it.
Also, swells of rapturous delight. Awesome! Can't wait to use that on Charles and see what his reactions is!!
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