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?
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Oh, I wonder that, too about language back in the day.
I need a good book to make me cry.
And I’m also too tired for Christmas.
Steph
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Bah-humbug. I almost wish we could just skip the whole Christmas thing, almost. I’m just not feeling it this year, so I hope that changes. It’s hard to make it special and fun for the kids when you just aren’t into it. *sigh*
I can’t say I remember the last time I read a book that made me cry… In fact, I’m still trying to decide what I want to read now… Lost Symbol or Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (my 14-yo daughter LOVES this book).
Hope you have a wonderful week, Mel!
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I was a teenager in the 60s in a SW Michigan public school and never heard anyone use the F word. In fact, I’m pretty sure most of us didn’t even know what it meant.
There was no birth control except condoms, which we called rubbers. Abortion was illegal, and girls that got pregnant had to leave school.
We were only allowed to wear slacks on Fridays and they had to have a crease up the front of the leg. Never jeans. Boys had to wear belts and were stopped in the hall by teacher hall monitors if their pants were too low or too tight.
Can you imagine this? I lived it and I can hardly imagine it.
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I’m crying at the thought…. The last book that made me cry was over 5 years ago… (unless you count when I was writing my book & it made me cry while I wrote) & we haven’t really “had” Christmas in as long either. It was still Jesus’ birthday & all but we didn’t have many festivities. No tree, decorations or gifts.
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The last book that made me cry was Jan Karon’s Home to Holly Springs. I love the Mitford books.
After that I read A Friend of the Family. I disliked it extremely, found it depressing, and recommend not reading it. I will throw it in the trash rather than inflicting it on an unknowing Goodwill shopper.
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Autobiography of a Face is fantastic. And The Year of Magical Thinking. I haven’t read The Road yet, but I’ll put it on my list.
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