So I’m back, after a glorious—truly—week at the beach. It was a total girl fest: me, my daughter, and two of my babysitters. I know, I know. It’s almost too amazing to even picture. In fact, since I’ve been home, I keep thinking I must have dreamed it. The days on the beach, the perfect water, shrimpburgers, movies in the evenings. Long naps all around, wearing no makeup and not caring one bit, not at all. I came home with a tan, and somewhat reluctantly. For the first time in my life I took a spontaneous trip, and it actually worked out better than I could have imagined. Wow.
I came home to a stack of mail, a full inbox, and a To Do list as long as my arm. But if this summer has taught me anything, it’s that things are rarely as important as I think they are. Yes, I have a lot to do. But it can wait a few days. It will get done, and without me having an anxiety attack. Hopefully. When I feel like I am getting close to panic, I picture the beach, and breathe. And maybe visualize a shrimpburger. Ahhhhh…..
While at the beach, I read a couple of new YA books—including one by Natasha Friend, called For Keeps, out soon and VERY good—and finished an ARC of my friend Jill McCorkle’s incredible new collection of short stories, Going Away Shoes. Jill’s stories have always blown my mind, and these new ones are no exception. You know someone is good when they make YOU want to be a better writer. Now, I’m reading Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge, which is amazing. I know I am late to sing its praises, but better late than never. It’s just really, really good.
So what did I miss while I was gone? Twitter went down, apparently, and is only now just working for me. Some terrible things happened in the news—shootings, plane crashes—-and some wonderful things, like those journalists being released in North Korea. Personally, I think a bit of a media blackout is a good thing for me once in awhile. Instead of thinking about all the trouble and happenings in the world, I was watching the BBC Pride and Prejudice (and seeing that famous lake scene, which I am still not sure why is so iconic? What am I missing?) and FINALLY converting my babysitters to Friday Night Lights, via the last season on DVD. I’d been trying to get them to watch it forever, but it wasn’t until I had them stuck at the beach with me that they agreed. Then, they were HOOKED. Although they are more Saracen lovers than Tim Riggins fans, but that’s okay. We can agree to disagree.
Okay, now I REALLY have to start getting some stuff done. Enough Dillon and shrimpburgers. The real world is calling……
Have a great day, everyone!