Preventing Grace
One
Woke up to the sound of torrential, pounding rain and what I thought was a cat screaming just outside the window, but it turned out to be Marigold snoring in the next room. An hour later got a weather alert on my phone that heavy rain was expected. Up to the moment information, or something. Thought about trying to continue to sleep but Matt was up with his super happy morning cheerfulness and I realized I might as well give up and just be awake.
Two
Have really enjoyed, all the other days this week, sleeping in till seven. Didn’t think it was possible but no children have been waking up before then, and Matt has been going away to a gym, and so it seems that I can actually sleep later than five o’clock. This is such a wonderful discovery and I look forward to many long years of children sleeping later and later and me also.
Three
As I’ve been up for many hours now, or what seems like many hours, rather than writing more on my book, because I’m definitely not enough awake to do that, I tried to read some of it, to see how bad it is. And, well, it’s not too terrible. I mean, there is a lot of rewriting in my immediate future, but some of it is probably ok. Have gotten in to Mark but maybe wrote too much in Matthew. Feel like it’s not proportional but am too incompetent in math to pinpoint my uneasiness. Stopped reading to imagine back of the book blurbs. Anne’s mother says, “Not a terrible book.” Anne’s neighbor enthused, “It looked ok on my bookshelf.”
Four
What a terrible week for current events. Considered perhaps weighing in thoughtfully with my own analysis and views, because, this is the internet after all. What else is it for. Remembered, though, that my two favorite writers, Jane Austin and PG Wodehouse, wrote alot of their books in times of crisis and war, and yet, as you sink into the fabulous and brilliant writing, there isn’t a hint of the world outside, neither it’s trouble nor importance. And surely, I ought to aspire to something great, if not the brilliance, perhaps the avoidance of reality. So other than snarking around the margins, this just isn’t a current events, politically minded blog and I’m recommitting myself to keeping it that way.
Five
On the other hand, never was there a better week to pray for the nation and the world. Should try to pray sometime during this little holiday. Just being angry isn’t fixing anything. I should give prayer the good old college try. Trouble is, I’ve replaced my prayer time with sleeping. Maybe better people than me are praying and I can just keep sleeping.
Six
Matt’s about to take all the children off to breakfast. They go over to the free breakfast every morning, and I stay here and “work out”. Working out, for me, means lying or sitting on the floor staring at Jillian Michaels and trying not to hate her and most especially not be angry at her for not herself working out but walking around talking about the people who are working out. I mean, I guess she probably does work out, from all the muscles all over her body, but she certainly doesn’t break a sweat on screen. Maybe while I’m sitting there hating her I could pray for her immortal soul.
Seven
When they all get back we will gather up all our stuff and go out and about for the day. Swimming. Eating. Sitting around. That kind of thing. And at the end of the day we come back here and fall into bed exhausted, as if we had worked a long work day.
Hope you all have a lovely one.
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