Making sense

Anne Lamott, on writing ...

"We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do not seem to share this longing, which is one reason why they write so little. But we do. We have so much we want to say and figure out.”

Friday, May 9, 2008

Nineteen Days and Counting

In nineteen days I can read a book on my porch without feeling guilty that I should be doing something more productive. In nineteen days I can stay up past 9:30 and sleep in past 6 a.m. I can hurl my alarm clock across the floor. I can unplug my alarm clock entirely. I can give it away; sell it at a garage sale. Hell, I can just throw it away.
In nineteen days I can go to the gym on my schedule. A regular schedule. A schedule I will actually follow. Hopefully follow.
In nineteen days I will be surrounded by only my own children. Three instead of 103.
Yes, in nineteen days school will have ended.
Hello, Summer.

1 comment:

Bee said...

So what are you reading right now?

I've just been blogging about my inability to start a new book because I so LOVED the one that I just finished.

BTW, which recent Anne Tyler do you most recommend? I've read all of her old stuff, but not her latest three or four.