I'm sure you're all wondering how my "reading day" went. Let's just say Baby chose this day to NOT take her morning nap, so I didn't even fill my daily quota of work, much less play. Sigh.
The day wasn't a total loss, though. First of all, I tried a new recipe for dinner which turned out well (always an epicurean ego-booster). Also, we had some friends over this evening. They supplied cake, and we supplied ice cream and introduced them to the delights of "Sink or Swim" (our favorite card game). Good food and friendly company - not a bad Friday, all things considered.
Of course, I'm still determined to actually crack a book open next week. Gotta feed the mind, too, after all.
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I finished Deerskin this week. You are way more disciplined than I when it comes to work and play. Lately I've been reading to make up for all that I haven't read the last two years. I'm never sure who will appreciate Deerskin (by Robin McKinley) the way I do, but it is one of my all time favorites.
Blast. Blast, blast, blast. I'm so sorry. Missing out on mindless TV watching is one thing; missing out on book reading is just...words fail me. My condolences. And I really, really hope Joy takes a really, really good nap soon.
And STM, Deerskin is one of my favorites as well. It's always hard to know who you can recommend it to, but I love the way it's a story of love and sorrow and pain and healing. It's one of the most powerful novels I know. Glad you love it too.
I really enjoyed McKinley's "Hero & the Crown;" perhaps I'll add Deerskin to my read list.
Also, good news about Baby - she wasn't falling asleep this morning, either, but we think we figured out why. She has learned to sit up in her crib, but it's hard to sleep in that position and she hasn't learned to lay down when she's tired. After she fussed a while, we went in and laid her down, and she immediately zonked.
Hopefully she'll figure out how to do this on her own before long. In the meantime, I'm glad she hasn't ditch her morning nap for good (I hope).
I have to agree with stm...although you may not believe it of yourself, you certainly do have more intestinal fortitude than I when it comes to doing what you ought versus doing what you want. Of course, what you ought to be doing is a bit more pressing and immediate than what I ought to be doing, but still.
While I lament, on your behalf, the lack of adequate reading time, I respect your sense of duty. You could be Odysseus afterall...heheee...
Better Odysseus than Argos the dog. :)
Odysseus always reminds me of Tennyson's poem "Ulysses", where the aged Odysseus grandly justifies his abandonment of home and duty a second time. After all, he's got Telemachus to take over, he's pursuing "knowledge"--why not go after excitement again? Poor Penelope, lightly dismissed.
I think I've lost sight of the actual Odysseus in my deep distaste for the man portrayed by Tennyson. There is a validity here that does much to explain the weekly crying jags you've referred to. He may honestly feel that Telemachus would do a better job, just as we as mothers or just as people may wish to be more competent than we currently are. And I find that though I love motherhood, though I would never abandon it, I do long after the time when my life seemed to be my own.
It's all stuff and nonsense, of course. My life was never my own. What does it say in Corinthians about "you are not your own, having been bought with a price"? I think the illusion of owning ourselves is one that encourages continued rebellion against God. Recognition of not owning myself will eventually be valuable, I am sure. Currently, it stills smarts at times--especially now that my eldest is grown up enough to be defiant, and there's the subconscious murmur that says I must not be all that important/ worthy of emulation/ competent/ powerful if I can be mastered by a three year old. Fun times!
Reminds me of my line, coldly delivered to my mother, when I was about eleven, "Mother, you're so amusing when you try to control me."
I also weigh in in favor of Deerskin.
Cathy, I so completely relate to your comment that it hurts. I think I feel a post coming on, though I have a couple other posts in line ahead of it.
And about the Odyssey, I had a hard time getting into a story where the wife is the ultimate example of longsuffering marital fidelity, while her husband is shacking up with random nymphs on his way home.
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