It's twilight, and I'm sitting on my deck outside, in the forest. Not one, but two feral cats are sitting on the chaise with me. There is still a little bit of pink in the sky visible through the trees. The air is cool and crisp. I hear crickets. And about eight different types of birds. Ones that sound like a lighter version of a car alarm. Ones that are ca-cawing. And chirps, too. Lots of chirps. Every once in a while I hear my neighbor's dog.
And I feel like a beached whale. 27 weeks today, which is awesome. I love that I'm in the third trimester. I never thought I'd see this, after all the losses and fertility treatments. I can feel her kicking all the time now, which is the prize I get for being unable to sleep, and in pain whenever I move.
The Books of the past two weeks have been:
The Birth of Venus: which has been sitting on my bookshelf since 2004, and finally got read. And I LOVED it. I don't know why I never read it before. The Renaissance, art, girls following their dreams...what's not to love? It was a powerful story that drew me in, and made me want to keep reading, practically speed reading the last 50 pages to see how it ended.
This week I'm reading...
Dance Dance Dance: which is another physical book that I want off my shelf. I adore Haruki Murikami, so I'm not sure why I've been putting off reading this. This particular copy was purchased at The Strand in NY, which was one of my favorite places in the world when I lived there. They have these cool canvas bags that have the artwork of book jackets, and I bought one for this book, but then figured that I should read the book if I was going to carry the tote around, and so I bought the book too. Incidentally, I've since shrunk the bag by trying to wash it. It doesn't wash well, I've found. The book itself is classic Murikami. He has the most bizarre imagination. I have no idea how he comes up with the stuff he comes up with. And yet I love it. He takes me to the weirdest worlds, and when I'm done, I'm glad to go home, but while I'm there, it's amazing.
Today I listened to Beethoven's Third Piano Concerto on the way to work, which made me grateful for my long drives because I got to hear the complete piece. I was familiar with the third movement, but not the first two. It's early - 1800ish - so still sounds very classical, but I heard a lot of hints of the emotion that would come later. I need to listen to it more now, to get to know it. But it's worth getting to know. There are so many pieces that are worth getting to know. It makes me sad that life isn't long enough to get to know them all, but I can still get to know lots, if I make it a priority, so that's the half-full side of things.
No comments:
Post a Comment