the new normal
So far, so good. About three weeks into the year I’ve vowed to stay home (except for Boston and Houston, you won’t see me on the road while school’s in session). The new normal feels a lot like the old normal — I get up way too early in the morning to blog and write fiction, I wake the children and ferry them to school, I study and play bridge and manage the household until lunch.
Then I nap.
Then, more or less, I do it again: fiction, bridge, piano or hockey or tennis or Hebrew school or Girl Scouts, dinner. Sometimes a workout, sometimes not; sometimes a ballgame, once in a while a movie or the theater or a walk by the lake or into town with a daughter.
Last night I happened to notice the stack of next-up books on my bedside table: Bridge of Sighs, by Richard Russo; The Enchantress of Florence, by Salmon Rushdie; Maps and Legends, by Michael Chabon; A Pigeon and A Boy, by Meir Shalev. I do love to travel … can you tell?
September 12th, 2008 at 8:21 am
Travel is possible in more than one way.
We are limited only by our imaginations.
September 14th, 2008 at 6:46 am
Talking about traveling, if you feel like trying something “a bit out there” you should get yourself a copy of “The Day Lasts More Than a Hundred Years” by Aitmatov. It is a heart-wrenching story of contrasts between ancient and modern drawn on the haunting background of the Kazakh steppes. The pace at the start may seem slow, but this is intentional so give it time. You wont regret it.