If I were skinnier and saner, I’d read a lot more. I used to read so much as a kid, and I wish I still did. I was thinking yesterday about why I don’t read as often as I’d like and, besides the standard excuses of work and school and life getting in the way, I realized that it’s because I’m not as skinny and sane as I used to be. When I was a kid and I would go with my mom and dad to our little cabin in the woods in Northern Michigan for the weekend, and do nothing but read all weekend. I had all the time in the world, during a weekend, to read and read and read and play board games and go for walks because there was nothing else to do. We didn’t have Internet or TV up there (Ah, maybe that’s the real reason – the Internet – and here I am blogging instead of reading!). But now I imagine if I went to a cabin, even if I (heaven forbid) left my laptop at home so I couldn’t e-mail or write or watch DVDs, I would feel compelled to EXERCISE. When I was a kid, I didn’t exercise – ever. I ran around the yard tossing Hoola-Hoops up in the air and rollerskated around the block, but I never made a concerted effort to get in shape or lose weight. I didn’t run or rock climb or do yoga or sit ups like I constantly feel compelled to do now. Now if I don’t do those things at least three times a week I feel fat and grumpy and lethargic. How depressing. So maybe what I need is to get my exercise addicton out of the way during the week and leave the laptop at home and run away for a weekend with nothing more than a book to read. Sounds heavenly.
Monthly Archives: October 2005
Another thing that is getting old is Carlos’s calls. This morning he left me a voicemail message in his thick Mexican accent: “You stupid mother fucker. Bitch! Mother Fucker!” I had no idea he was so articulate. Maybe it’s time to change cell phone numbers.