Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Daybook #2: It's only Tuesday?

 Outside my window... sunshine comes and goes. Since I'm inside with a sick boy today, I kind of wish it was less sunny, so I would be happy to stay inside.

I am thinking... that someone really should have come up with a cure for colds by now. Really. How hard can it be? Someday we'll be telling our grandchildren about colds as a distant memory, I'm sure of it. Well, I'm wishing for that, anyway.

I am thankful for... so many things, but that husband comes home tonight is top of the list. Work travel is fine, occasionally, but I am always glad when it's over!

I am wearing... my robe, still. It's kind of cushy and I'm a little lazy feeling, what with the lack of sleep from the sick boy waking me up at 3 a.m.

In the learning room... going to spend some time with my scanner and Photoshop today, hopefully. (Go away, sunshine, go away!)

I am remembering... being sick as a kid, and having very little on TV to entertain me... but I do remember Phil Donahue. Remember him?

I am going... to do as little as possible today, it appears, but I am still going to go to a noon meeting I committed to. That's the nice thing about a 13-year-old at home sick... he will probably welcome a break from Mom's forced fluids for a little while!

I am currently reading... the second Girl book by Stieg Larsson... "The Girl who Played With Fire. I just finished the first one a couple of nights ago, and in the interest of momentum, I'm leaping right into the second... But Jen just recommended Sara Gruen's Water for Elephants on her daybook, so maybe that will be my next audio download. You know, for all that yard work I'm just dying to get out there and accomplish.

I am hoping... for silly things that are completely unreasonable, and anyone less optimistic would have the good sense to not hope for.

On my mind... I watched Oprah's first show of her "farewell" season last night while ironing (dvr, baby), and was struck by the self-congratulatory nonsense that show has become. I know, I probably won't get called up as one of her "ultimate viewers." Oh well. But the thing I really wondered is: Does she use that voice at home, the excited one where she's announcing things, like, "We're all going to Austraaaaaliaaa!" Does she come into the TV room and shout to Stedman, "Here's some popcoooorrrn!" I mean, she does that holler so naturally, for EVERYTHING, I can't imagine her actually dialing it down at home. OK, enough of being hard on her. She is every woman, after all...

Noticing that... my motivation to get anything done today has dissipated significantly since emailing all Seth's teachers, collecting homework assignments and dialing up Brian Regan on Netflix. Showering, what's that? Meetings, oh darn.

Pondering these words...

“But most days, if you’re aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-made-up lady who just screamed at her kid in the checkout line. Maybe she’s not usually like this.

Maybe she’s been up three straight nights holding the hand of a husband who is dying of bone cancer. Or maybe this very lady is the low-wage clerk at the motor vehicle department, who just yesterday helped your spouse resolve a horrific, infuriating, red-tape problem through some small act of bureaucratic kindness.

Of course, none of this is likely, but it’s also not impossible.

It just depends what you want to consider. If you’re automatically sure that you know what reality is, and you are operating on your default setting, then you, like me, probably won’t consider possibilities that aren’t annoying and miserable. But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options.

It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down.” - David Foster Wallace

From the kitchen... I'm hungry, but not sure what I want to eat for my late breakfast, early lunch... maybe something with tomatoes, as I picked a bunch of them yesterday. Love the yellow ones!

Around the house... there are quite a few things I could be doing right now. Could. Should. Later.

One of my favorite things... is laughing. Who doesn't love a good belly laugh?

From my camera... a little granola I made recently. I love peanuts in my granola, in case you were wondering. And I'm already missing the plentiful berries that made my morning breakfast so wonderful this summer.

If you'd like to play along with the daybook concept, go here.

Hope your day is fabulous!

1 comment:

  1. Oh, Phil Donohue. Actually, I think I'm more fond of Phil Hartman as Phil Donohue, how he would get down on one knee and splay across audience members with the microphone. Hilarious! And Oprah? I, too, wonder if she uses that voice at home. "We're having BRAAAAAAAN FLAAAAAAAKES for breakfast, STEDMAAAAAAAN!"


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