Another book I highly recommend is The Evolution of Thomas Hall by Kieth Merrill. My father-in-law was given a copy by the author (they are friends) and he asked me to read it. I did, and I'm so grateful! It was a very well-written book, and read almost like a movie (which isn't surprising, considering Kieth Merrill is an Academy Award winning screenwriter). I loved the characters; they were believable, and they were flawed. I really like myself a flawed character! I really enjoyed the plot --it delved into the human psyche just enough to keep me pondering, and the research Kieth did was superb! He definitely did his homework. It also didn't hurt that it takes place in the Bay Area. I HEART San Francisco! Anyway, pick it up if you have the chance! It's a great read.
Instead of going to Costco this morning, I finished I Capture the Castle. And now it's almost 2PM and I haven't gone, yet. The laundry still needs to be put away, but I did some dishes! And swept and vacuumed! And showered. That's a big thing for yours truly now-a-days (which I probably shouldn't admit, because seriously? Being a stinky housewife is not something one should be proud of).
I'm feeling morose and melancholy, too. Reading novels does that to me. I think I relate to the characters more than I should; I empathize with them too much. And since they are imaginary characters (although based on real people, I daresay), it's a dangerous place to tread. I'd like to blame it on my awesome imagination and intellect, but I think it's more connected to my tendency toward mental illness. Even in the book the main character talked about how genius and insanity are only steps away from each other. Perhaps that is what I am? A genius!? That would be fantastic, dear reader, except I know I'm not and it's been confirmed by a doctor that I'm a little crazy. But I do have an affinity for the arts --I'm very right brained. I may not be business, science, math, or economically minded, but I do love history, art, music, theater, and the written word. See? Completely right-brained. I'm sure there have been countless studies about the differences between the left and right sides of a human brain and the character traits one exhibits when s/he displays more talent for either side. I'm sure I've even read them, but for the life of me, I can't remember what they said. All I know is that I'm a musician, a writer, an artist in my own right. I'm a tad crazy, I connect with people on a very emotional level, and I struggle with mental illness (if you can call it that. I mean, Depression is, in fact, a mental problem, but it's also hormonal, and mine's not super-scary. I'm not suicidal, nor do I hallucinate. See? It could be much, much worse).
Anyway. Sufficeth to say, I am feeling kind of serious today. Not over-the-top depths of depression, just... I don't know. Melancholy. That's really is the best word (especially if you pronounce it like MegaMind does. Ha!).
What are you all doing for the holiday weekend? We thought about camping, but we realized it would, A. Be too cold and B. Take some forethought and foresight. In other words, we should have reserved a camping site months ago. But A trumps B in my opinion, so it's all moot. We will be going hiking on Monday, though, and that's good! Not sure where, though, since most places are still under snow. It shall be somewhere fun, though. Hiking, to me, is always fun, even when it's not. Trust me. It makes sense.
Other things that are fun to me even when they are not (and other people think they are dumb):
1. Washing the dishes
2. Vacuuming the living room floor
3. Playing all 12 major scales in one sitting (four octaves up and down with chords and arpeggios).
4. Taking a shower
Tomorrow will be the first Saturday that Brandon is around! With nothing to do but help me around the house! You may start rejoicing with me. I'm seriously not sure how I will be able to handle it. I might faint with joy. This house is an embarrassment right now --on all levels. Besides all the external/internal stuff that needs fixing (and loads of cash, and won't be fixed for a few years, and it's okay because it's teaching me massive amounts of patience), it's just a disorganized mess. I told the kids yesterday that next week, before Brandon and I head to Hawaii, the kiddos will be helping me organize the house. Although they didn't like the idea, I think they understand. They hate the disorganization as much as I do. And since today was their last day of school (Huzzah!), we will actually have time to do it. I hope.
Well, I'm sure there is a lot more I could write. Instead I'll leave you with some inspirational thoughtage:
Trouble is part of your life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person
who loves you enough chance to love you enough.