I started to read Julie and Julia, but there was something about it that I just could not get into, so I finally put it down and decided I was done. Then I read what Barb had to say about it and I realized that was the problem, it was depressing to me. Therefore, that goes in the stack to get rid of. I hate getting rid of books before I have finished them; in fact, books are a thing that I have to try very hard not to hoard. But that brings up another question, when does a collection become a hoard? At what point does my collection of whatever, become too much? How do I know when my fun collection becomes a problem? Any suggestions are welcome.
I enjoyed my whole 4 days off. I did not touch my computer and did not answer the phone. I slept when I wanted (which Lola really appreciated), ate when I wanted to, and showered (if and) when I wanted to (let me point out tho, I do have a delicate nose so the shower thing is always daily, just different times of the day sometimes.) I actually washed every pair of underwear I own (yes I was out of underwear) which has not happened for a while. I even sat my butt in a chair and used the sticks and strings for fun, not to meet a deadline or for someone else’s wants. Now tomorrow when I go to PT, they are going to ask why my wrist is swollen, lolol.
The weather has been cold here, poor Lola was very glad that I have been lying on my butt so she could stay warm. Have you ever noticed that a Chihuahua is usually cold?
I have to get back to work, but I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!
4 comments:
Sounds like a great weekend to me! My Daschund/Chihuahua mix boy, Gideon, is ALWAYS cold! And, he loves to sleep. He'll sleep all day under the covers if I let him.
Sleeping and knitting sounds like bliss:) Hugs Darcy
Hmmm, hoarding. Not that I'd know anything about that. I mean, we have a couple thousand books packed already and I don't think we've hit bottom. We're giving away what we can stand to, but it's so hard for me to give up books.
I've stopped reading two books in the last few months because I knew the ending was going to be too sad. Marley and Me--the dog dies, I know it, he lived a good life, but dammit, I do not want to read about a dog dying.
Firefly Lane is an excellent book, but I didn't finish it because it was getting too sad. I don't like to cry; my nose stops up, it turns red, my lips swell, it's so attractive. Ick.
I'd love to have a chihuahua. I'll never have another Yorkie or other longhaired dog since we're moving to our house in the Keys and my niece won't be nearby to groom it.
That is a perfect reason for dropping a book. Life's too short to read sucky stuff.
Hope you feel really refreshed!
Post a Comment