Welcome September! Autumn is coming and while afternoons still feel summery, mornings are cool and dewy, ducks and geese are flocking and flying away, and the population of robins has greatly diminished. Squirrels are running around eating everything and coming up to my backdoor and looking in hoping for handouts. Trees are getting into the spirit too and beginning to blush around the edges. School is back in session as well. This week it seems all of my summer busyness caught up to me and I have been barely able to put two words together. I even almost fell asleep while reading on the metro train during my homeward bound commute! It’s a good thing I have a three-day holiday weekend ahead during which I can regroup and recharge.
In the meantime, I am happy to say my reading pile is once again leveling off and I am feeling in control. I only have a couple books out from the library and none of them need to be rushed through. I looked at the books on my reading table yesterday and actually thought, hey I might pick one up to read this weekend. Wouldn’t that be something!
But then a strange thing happened. While I was excited at the prospect of reading a book from my table that has been sitting there for well over a year, I had a little surge of panic that I had “nothing” to read, that I was running out of books! It was the craziest thing. This feeling was then quickly followed by an urge to make lots of library book requests. I managed to refrain because both my rational and emotional centers were so gobsmacked that all systems were frozen and had to be rebooted. Everything is back online and running smoothly now but the emotional and rational data analysts are still trying to figure out what exactly happened. I am waiting for their reports.
The Twin Cities Book Festival has announced their author lineup and there are several I would love to see. It is on October 15th, however, and it kept niggling at me that I had something going on that day but for the life of me I could not remember. Finally I broke down and checked my calendar and yup, I have a new tattoo scheduled for that morning. The festival starts at 10 my tattoo starts at 9. What do you think the chances are that everyone I want to see will be scheduled for the nebulous time of “after my tattoo”? No, I don’t believe myself to be that lucky. And after an hour or two of being tattooed will I really be in the mood to go anyway? Last year I was at NerdCon Stories. Next year I have to be sure to not schedule anything on Saturday in mid-October so I can be sure to go.
In spite of my panic over not having anything to read, I have plenty to read including a book I bought at the festival two years ago. Even the books I have in progress will keep me busy for a little while. I am past the halfway mark of In the Darkroom by Susan Faludi. I am also well into the second half of The Home and the World by Rabindranath Tagore. I just finished volume 4 of Ms. Marvel and started volume 2 of The Unwritten. I have Elena Ferrante’s The Story of a New Name ready to go. I am also still practicing the art of slow reading on The Art of Slow Writing. And, even though I haven’t mentioned it in what seems like forever, I am still reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard. In a choice of reading material I am wealthy beyond belief.
The weather on Saturday is forecast to be gorgeous. Sunday and Monday are being called “unsettled” which means some lovely stretches punctuated by rain and thunder. My book pile is ready for those rainy patches!