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I had planned to spend most of the day relaxing at home, catching up on old journal entries and doing some reading, when my mother emailed me and asked if I'd like to join her for lunch. Not being the kind of person to turn down a free meal when money's tight, I accepted, and caught the next bus uptown.
We spent most of the time talking about her impending divorce. It was interesting to note that today was actually the first day that she asked me how I felt about the divorce. Not that I suppose I hadn't made my feelings clear in the past when it comes to my parents, but before now, nobody had thought to ask me what I thought of things actually proceeding. Not, of course, until my mother's friends asked her how I was taking it.
It was awkward, to say the least. I tried to be diplomatic about it all, telling her that she knew I'd been pushing for them to break up for years now because of their painful relationship. I left out the fact that it was hard to be broken up about the divorce of two people who, for all intents and purposes, haven't really been parents to me since I was in my teens.
But that awkwardness lasted only a short time, and after that I went to the library to wait for R to get off work. I borrowed 3 more Warriors books, and in browsing the shelves, I also found a book that I haven't read since I was in the 4th or 5th grade: My Name is Paula Popowich, by Monica Hughes.
I have a love of rereading old books that I first read in elementary school. I don't entirely know why. The books certainly aren't challenging to me now, and although some of them have good stories and interesting settings, I doubt I'd even give them a second glance if I hadn't read them already years ago. It must be a nostagia thing, I suppose.
Either way, I suspect that book will take me less than an evening to read, and will at least be one more title I can add to the list of books I read this year. Though sometimes I feel like I'm cheating by adding such books to my list. I've read magazines that have more content, and after all, I don't add magazines to the book list.
The temperature hasn't been that low today, but the wind made it feel colder than it really was, I think. It seems like a good evening to stay in and drink a nice cup of tea. Yesterday I bought some milk, so it might be a good time to try that Immune Booster tea from Algonquin. It smells like a tea that would do well with some milk as well as something to sweeten it, and with the cold weather coming on, it's best that I start pumping up my immunse system sooner rather than later.
We spent most of the time talking about her impending divorce. It was interesting to note that today was actually the first day that she asked me how I felt about the divorce. Not that I suppose I hadn't made my feelings clear in the past when it comes to my parents, but before now, nobody had thought to ask me what I thought of things actually proceeding. Not, of course, until my mother's friends asked her how I was taking it.
It was awkward, to say the least. I tried to be diplomatic about it all, telling her that she knew I'd been pushing for them to break up for years now because of their painful relationship. I left out the fact that it was hard to be broken up about the divorce of two people who, for all intents and purposes, haven't really been parents to me since I was in my teens.
But that awkwardness lasted only a short time, and after that I went to the library to wait for R to get off work. I borrowed 3 more Warriors books, and in browsing the shelves, I also found a book that I haven't read since I was in the 4th or 5th grade: My Name is Paula Popowich, by Monica Hughes.
I have a love of rereading old books that I first read in elementary school. I don't entirely know why. The books certainly aren't challenging to me now, and although some of them have good stories and interesting settings, I doubt I'd even give them a second glance if I hadn't read them already years ago. It must be a nostagia thing, I suppose.
Either way, I suspect that book will take me less than an evening to read, and will at least be one more title I can add to the list of books I read this year. Though sometimes I feel like I'm cheating by adding such books to my list. I've read magazines that have more content, and after all, I don't add magazines to the book list.
The temperature hasn't been that low today, but the wind made it feel colder than it really was, I think. It seems like a good evening to stay in and drink a nice cup of tea. Yesterday I bought some milk, so it might be a good time to try that Immune Booster tea from Algonquin. It smells like a tea that would do well with some milk as well as something to sweeten it, and with the cold weather coming on, it's best that I start pumping up my immunse system sooner rather than later.
