You know those kind of days when it’s overcast, nothing much on the schedule, and the to be read piles look dull (if I go dig into them, I’d find a few gems, I know) so you feel like wandering through a used bookstore for a few hours to add to those piles.
That’s today.
I think it’s because when the weather actually turns, it becomes more tactile for me. I want to curl up under a blanket, read a book that has the faint mustiness of being kept for years and years within its pages, and I want to sip hot tea or hot cocoa and just feel the autumn weather. So I plan to. There’s time today, once the few tasks are done, for me to curl up with some old tome that I love (something by Harriet Beecher Stowe, I think, or Daphne Du Maurier or Harold Bell Wright) and just relax and let the weather change.
We worked on our yard yesterday (hubby had a day off and did all the heavy lifting, I provided wife support and thought up more ideas as the day progressed–he liked the ideas) and now we have a new hedge of boxwoods in front of our large living room picture window. Quite lovely. The little boxwoods are so cute.
I miss London desperately. A year ago right now, my sis and I were preparing for our trip. Lucky for me, my job has decided to fly me back over in late October for another 10-day stint working with the new editorial team (they just hired around twenty more people in England and the rest of the world and in the United States); the newly hired copyeditors and I need to bond.
I am thrilled to be heading back in the autumn. I am THRILLED. There’s a new book coming out from a Salon.com columnist about C.S. Lewis. She wrote an excerpt about visiting his home in Oxford and I got a bit misty-eyed. That was a huge highlight for us. I have pictures (a full year later) that I will post. True to Lewis’s memory, his home and the C.S. Lewis Nature Reserve (which preserves the pond Lewis swam in and rowed around) are full of the expectation of magical happenings. I would love to go back and visit Oxford again, but I’m actually toying with the idea of going to Wales for a day or two. Or Cornwall. We’ll see how the schedule shakes out.
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