Before I had kids I used to work full time, go out for dinner occasionally, exercise religiously, paint, read novels, and try intricate recipes in the kitchen. I haven’t been out for dinner with my husband for 3 years, my exercise consists of chasing after Chicken Little and carrying kids around on my hips, my kitchen time is down to whatever I can throw in the crockpot in the least amount of time and this year I’ve read exactly one book that wasn’t found in the baby section.
I started keeping track of the books I read years and years ago, I’m such a nerd I even have spreadsheet. I averages 14-18 novels a year. Some were inane drivel designed for quick consumption and mindless entertainment, others more profound. When I was off work with my first baby, I doubled my reading, as I rocked in the rocking chair, chicken little snoring on my chest. Now I read three or four children’s books at bedtime, and in the morning. Often repeating the same one over and over.... the one book I’ve just finished reading cover to cover, geared for the adult audience - Medical Terminology Systems by
Barbara A. Gylys. Which is essentially 700 pages of lists upon lists of words, suffixes, prefixes, describing, body parts, tests and diseases. It is the first course on my journey to re-educate myself for employability in a new town. One far away from the Ocean where the 6 years of schooling I already have applies.
I have however tried to keep with Painting, it’s the most therapeutic of all my pastimes, and so here I present to you – a bit of seasonal solitude....