I seem to have done a complete spin on the spot recently. It started when Al was away when I actually started to enjoy time by myself in my house,even on Saturdays, which has always been the worst day of the week as far as I was concerned.
To the point that I have plans for this Saturday. But before I get there I have to prepare.Tomorrow is gentle housework day. I won't be able to do more cause I walked a very strenuous 8 miles this morning up hill and down dale, and then added my salsa class on top of that this evening.So I reckon my muscles will know about it in the morning.
On Friday after Pilates it's the weeks shop, followed by some work if I can find the time in the afternoon! Then Friday night I'm going to a Salsa party organised by the dance teachers. So come Saturday I won't be moving again.
Which neatly brings me to my plan for Saturday, I'm going to have a reading weekend. I'm going to sit around and treat myself to a good book or two.
At the moment I have a book of short stories in my work bag. A book in the kitchen for downstairs reading and one by my bed for the last few minutes before sleep.
None of these will be the books I will be reading.
As far my sister and eldest son are concerned I am a lost cause in terms of books. They read books for the beauty of the language. And I read books to lose myself in a ripping yarn.
I have to read so many therapy/self help books as part of my work that they are never read for escaping.
I have tried reading books the Sis and Kit give me to improve my mind. I have got lost with Carlos Castaneda, boggled by Jean Paul Sartre, completely dumbfounded by Herman Hesse, what a bloody awful writer. Bamboozled by so many wonderful writers who write beautiful literature.
But actually I like getting lost in a story not the words. So give me a detective story,or a girly romance, an aga saga or family life story and I am a happy bunny.
So this morning my parcel arrived from Amazon and inside is the start at least of my weekend of pleasure. Three books by Marion Keyes, that form a trilogy about a family of sisters.
I have read the backs of the books, and placed then in order by my bed. And there they wait with their pristine covers waiting for me to allow myself to pick the first one up and start reading.
Of course having OCD tendencies the books will look as good as new when I've finished them. No turning down of pages for me, a book mark if you please. No snapping the spine open, just neatly and tidily read. Or rather devoured as I read very fast, gobbling up the story as fast as I can. And then comes the down at the end of a good book. When I don't want the story to end, but I'm rushing to finish it. I've come to love the people I'm reading about and want to know more of their lives. So three fat books about the same family will do nicely.
So if you don't hear from me for a few days, don't worry I've just got stuck in a world that I'm reading about!
Picture is the reflection on the canal we walked past in part of this mornings walk.
