Ten Things I Didn't Do Last Night, and One or Two I Did

mrs-fletcherI was home alone last night. Barb was at a Homeowner's Board Meeting, presenting a great new landscape design. So I did something I haven't done in a long time. I grabbed the book I had been reading for the last two weeks--"Mrs. Fletcher", a sort of creepy Tom Perrotta novel-- headed for the kitchen and plopped down in the stool next to the island.

The lighting in the center of the kitchen is just right. I spread out my opened book on the countertop and I read. No diversions, no distractions. By the time Barb got home, I had sped through 110 pages. A few minutes later my reading was complete.

I don't remember the last time I sat down and read like that. It is something I used to be able to do with ease. Now, not so much. But there is a cost. All those alternative activities I passed up. A list of things I didn't do while perusing Perrotta.

THINGS I DIDN'T DO (AND MOSTLY DIDN'T MISS)

  1. Take any turns in my 6 never-ending games of online Scrabble. Legalization of "qi" and "za" have changed the game, but give me a versatile "x" any day.
  2. Watch this season's final episode of "This is Us," the most annoyingly introspective TV show since "30 Something." Barb and I did watch the finale later in the evening. Why was I not surprised by that bizarre wedding toast?
  3. Struggle through "March Madness" bracket. Not in any contests this year and I don't miss it. But I am pulling for Loyola to win a game or two. I remember 1963. Vaguely.
  4. Write a blog. I had the beginnings of one in the pipeline, but meh, it just wasn't clicking. I may work on it some more, or more likely, just delete it.
  5. Learn more about the Bear's free agent signings. March's excitement will invariably be December's disappointments.
  6. Send out Happy Birthdays, Likes or other Thumbs Up on Facebook. Dear friends, if I missed anything important, I beg forgiveness, but I escaped Mr. Zuckerberg's mind trap. For at least one night.
  7. Mourn Rex Tillerson. I also banished Donald Trump, Mike Pompeo, and Gina Haspel from my thoughts. There will be plenty of time for learning about waterboarding when I read this morning's New York Times.
  8. Take Milo for a walk. It was too cold, too dark. But I did take him out briefly for a call of nature. Between chapters, of course.
  9. Play with my Fitbit. 10,000 steps a day? Child's play. If I don't hit 100,000 in 7 days, it has been a lazy week.

It was a joy to just read, read, read. And the one other thing I did? There IS a hazard to reading in the kitchen. Cold pizza, and more. After the munchies, the 10th thing I didn't want to do last night-

10. Get on the scale.

My suggestion to you for a great night? Turn off all the screens, grab a good book and a glass of wine, and keep turning those pages.

 

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