Happy Mother’s Day! An interesting article on the history of Mother’s Day can be found here.
What a strange week it’s been. On Monday night a storm blew through, heavy rain and wind. Our DSL went down, it had happened before, and had been out for a few hours. The next morning I woke up and picked up the phone. No dial tone, just what sounded like an open line. My service provider is a small company that leases lines from a giant company so I had to wait for the giant company to fix things. I spent several afternoons, home from work, waiting. I am not good at waiting, feel frustrated and antsy, and I couldn’t really focus on anything, not even a book. And I missed you all, all those blogs that I try and visit at least every other day. Anyway, it’s fixed, obviously, and I very happy to have the internet back.
I try not to spend too much time here, limit myself to an hour or two in the evenings. Try to stay off completely one or two days a week. If I don’t I, find half the night has flown by, or half a Saturday.
It is such a black-hole, such a time-sink and can lead anywhere. Sometimes silly, sometimes utterly fascinating. Do you set limits? Do you regulate your time in cyberspace? Or do you just let go, forget the laundry, forget cleaning the bathroom, forget to eat?
As for reading I finally finished The Forever War, read American Born Chinese and have started two non-fiction books on fantasy and Half Of A Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I am seduced by her words.
She lit a cigarette, as if she had not heard his question. Her silences left him feeling helpless and eager to win back her attention. He wanted to tell her about the roped pot. He was not sure where he first read about Igbo-Ukwu art, about the native man who was digging a well and discovered the bronze castings that may well be the first in Africa, dating back to the ninth century. But it was in Colonies Magazine that he saw the photos. The roped pot stood out immediately; he ran a finger over the picture and ached to touch the delicately cast metal itself. He wanted to try explaining how deeply stirred he had been by the pot but decided not to. He would give it time. He felt strangely comforted by this thought because he realized that what he wanted most of all, with her, was time. Page 62
Have a wonderful week!
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