I 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)
- 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.
- 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?
- 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.
- 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.
- Learn more about the Bear's free agent signings. March's excitement will invariably be December's disappointments.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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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