On Thanksgiving Day, my 7-year old raved about how much she loves Thanksgiving. Who doesn’t love a day in which your mother spends all her waking hours cooking something delicious while you wander into the kitchen and ask, “How long until we eat?”
She ate 20 black olives and upwards of ten crescent rolls from a can. She is in love with those crescent rolls. She also ate some turkey but declared a hatred for green olives and cranberry gel.
After dinner, my mother picked the turkey carcass clean while I washed all the dishes and put the leftovers away. I have cooked enough Thanksgiving dinners to have the whole preparation down to a fine science and I am the World’s Fastest Dishwasher, but still. I was utterly exhausted afterward and spent the evening flat in my bed watching television and reading and feeling about a hundred years old.
On Friday, I did my third Couch to 5K training run. I only run three days a week and so far, I kind of hate it. But I kind of love the iPhone app and I like listening to music. It’s only the actual running that pains me. And soon, it won’t. I hope.
I worked nine hours on Friday, my usual shift.
Saturday, I went to the library to work on my novel. I am halfway through. Enough said about that.
Then I went to see “A Serious Man,” which had pretty good reviews (on Flixster, on my iPhone). I found it seriously weird. And I doubt that teenagers used that language in the sixties. I’m just saying. I don’t think the F-Word was as popular then as it is now. Anyway, it was not my favorite movie, but it is what it is and sometimes I like to see movies even though I don’t “get” them. It’s an experience and HEY, the popcorn was excellent! Real butter and everything when you go to the independent cinema, you know. It’s cheaper than the big multi-plex, too.
What I really want to see is “The Road.” I just finished reading it for the third time. I love that book. So much. I can’t wait to see the movie. (It hasn’t opened in wide release here yet.)
Before The Road, I read Elizabeth Berg’s Never Change. That was an excellent book. I love a book that moves me to tears.
What are you reading these days? What’s the last book that made you cry?