Gah. I’m at such a loss now, what with all my favorite shows ending and no new recaps and forums to follow. Oh well, all that means is it’s a new season, and we all know that new seasons eventually turn into old seasons as newer seasons emerge: the cycle of life and all that it entails. I can live with the shift and spend the summer reading and catching up on odd series that have been loved and cancelled for ages now but live on in internet world. I’m not super in the mood to watch TV, anyway… which must totally have to do with the idea that warmer weather is coming, because it certainly isn’t here, and the only better TV-watching weather than all this cold and rain would be cold and snow. Reedickless. Regarding fiction of another kind, I haven’t been able to find a novel worth reading for the life of me. That’s not to say they’re not out there; it’s just to say I’m not in the mood for any of them, though I want to be. Instead, no, right now I am Very Serious and in Need of Help Books. Which is fine, and even fantastic, yea verily yea that they’re available, but also slightly disconcerting to me because I could use a little time splashing around in the shallows. Obviously though, my mind says a big fat No. Thanks, mind.
Especially because I picked up a huckin fat meaty-and-delicious book the other day called The Worst Journey in the World, all about Sir Robert Falcon Scott’s ill-fated expedition to the south pole, and I would really love to delve into it. I am absolutely buggy about Antarctica, God only knows why and I mean that: I detest being cold like you wouldn’t believe. But there’s something weird going on in my psyche because I can’t get enough information about exploration of that icy landscape. Also, I read a book the other day on happiness that featured a chapter on Iceland, which is in utter darkness for several months of every year, and I fell in love so thoroughly that I would have packed my toothbrush and flown on over that minute, if I would’ve been sure the pilot could find it under all that ash, and also if I had had more than a quarter in my pocket. My excitement was so infectious, however, that Jesse caught some of it and found a job for himself in Rekjavik on the internet, but too many quarters were required to actually get there, so that plan was kiboshed. For now. (If I can’t live for myself, I will live vicariously through my son, given enough quarters.)
So, I wrote a whole bunch of woo-woo stuff when it suddenly occurred to me that I should put it on a separate page altogether, so I can add to it throughout the days and weeks and maybe even years, keeping it separate from the rest of the blog, because some people don’t really like reading it and it most definitely does not fit under the heading “Hair and Movies.” It will be posted in the sidebar above my “About Me” and I’ll get to that as soon as I can, meaning, after I grab some breakfast because I’m starved. Peace to you all today. kiss!
ETA: You’ll find it here.