When I have a day like today--in town, cloudy weather, no real agenda--I have a hard time picking and choosing from favorite playgrounds.
This morning I woke up early because my husband woke up early. We went to a new restaurant with our bookselling friends, and the food may have just been too rich for him. When I realized that yes, it's 6 in the A.M. and I'm fully awake, I turned to the bedside table and saw Jhumpa Lahiri's new book, Unaccustomed Earth. I have read one of the stories and her writing sends me. Beside her book is another book, Home Bound, about Filipino immigrants to the US. I'm reading this hoping to flesh out a short story. In reading it the other night, I was struck by how many truths about their immigration story have unconsciously appeared in my story about a person who disappears after 9/11.
So already before I'm even out of bed, I have two choices: read for research or pleasure?
In my grown-up playroom, another set of diversions calls. Last week, I spent a couple of hours organizing my paper, stamps, and punches at the card-making desk. Each morning when I've gone down to exercise, the desk has looked so appealing. My meditation cushions are there too, and I could take a few minutes to be quiet. The television holds the key to exercise: videos and tapes of yoga, pilates, even Richard Simmons "Sweatin' to the Oldies"! On the other side of the room my writing desk sits, journal in the center, neat and inviting.
I could take a long walk with my camera. It's not too hot or too cold and the flowers and trees are fantastic.
I have time to do some serious cooking today, something that I love when I want to do it rather than have to do it. For some reason, spaghetti has seemed appealing this week.
My Thursday girls are doing a couple of chapters from the Not So Big Life, and I need to read them and be prepared to lead the discussion. I have several critiques to do for class on Tuesday and my own stories to edit and turn it that day also.
I know there are a few chores I could do too. For one thing my closet is a wreck. When it looks like this
I know it's getting time!
It's hard to choose, but I think I'd better get out of my pajamas and get started. The closet is last on the list; maybe I won't get to it.