01/23/2014 9:22 a.m.
I am a big believer in routine and schedule. However, today I have a second “holiday” day off from work. There are quotes around the word holiday because these three days are simply days off, for no reason. The school didn’t give its workers the typical American holidays off, so just because they give us a few days to recover in January.
Will was out the door before seven where upon he made sure sweetly to come kiss me goodbye, waking me up.
Often I think of days like today as floating through my own energy. I feel the pressure of the twenty pages I need to write for my program. There is complicated Helen Cixous to read, read of her lectures referring to Russian, German, and French authors; every thing from her contemplation of the written letter H, to snippets of literature by Clarice Lispector, Ingeborg Bachmann, Marina Tsvetaeva, Kafka, Dostoyevsky, Edgar Allen Poe, Thomas Bernhard… myself and one other in my online mentor group are supposed to then lead a discussion about the book when we are finished. Yikes! I feel like I need schooling and to endlessly google and research what these authors and their books were about.
My energy tells me I should eat. I really don’t want to wash dishes. At some point I want to bask in the sun at the dog park, probably with out the dogs, but maybe with. I need a yard with sunshine and a lawn chair. Healing rays of sun.
To coffee, to Trader Joes. Restaurant made? Store bought and homemade? The eggs from Costco are unappealing. If the chickens are kept in small coops instead of the free range, do we ingest their caged up life angst? Thanks August: Osage County.