Heading into another weekend…a busy one with nothing for me in it. Tomorrow starts early, dropping my son at the high school at 7 a.m. for a speech tournament. And it ends late, as my almost 11-year-old is having a sleepover party. Fortunately for me, half the kids can’t or won’t sleep over, so it may not be as bad as all that, but I do need to do all the shopping for it in the afternoon and perhaps get some yard work done, on top of having to bring Alex to baseball practice in the a.m. Sunday looks similar: I’ll be cooking breakfast for whoever has slept over, then doing a few hours of yard work or some other drudgery, and Alex has another baseball practice in a far-flung location.
Somewhere in there I have to write Monday’s post (which is not drudgery, but it does take time and an upbeat attitude). It is not great for me to write when I’m in a suboptimal mood, which is why this is a bit late. I had time to write last night but was too crabby to do so. And that’s weird, because I was having such a great week, continuing to run on the fumes from last weekend.
Last weekend’s trip worked out perfectly. When I’m looking forward to something, I try not to get too excited because invariably I am disappointed. So I tried to keep a rein on my optimism before my trip to Raleigh, where I was visiting with some friends. But from the moment I got in my car to begin the trek to the airport, everything went right. No traffic in the key spots. Parking space at the T station in a convenient location. Nice travel partner on the airplane. Boom, boom, boom…it all worked.
Beyond the logistics (and for someone like me, successful logistics are almost as important as the event itself), I had a wonderful time. Got to spend some quality time with my friend Kim and her family, stayed at a great hotel, relaxed, and had a crazy night Saturday night with Kelley, who drove up from South Carolina. She and I actually spent the afternoon on Saturday shopping, which is not my favorite sport, but I enjoyed it anyhow, as Kelley has fun and funky taste and we had a good time looking at things we couldn’t afford. (If I come into some cash, a Nicole Miller dress is high on my list of must-haves.) Also got to see my friend Angie’s bar—The Remedy Diner—which had been a distant dream when I first met her three years ago. It’s thrilling to see that it’s come to fruition. But it was also great to really see Angie, who I have known mostly virtually. And it was beyond cool to have Kelley, Angie, and Kim all meet each other, as they come from completely different places in my life and they seemed to like each other quite well.
Enough on that, although I’ll write a bit about the Saturday night adventure for Monday, as requested by one of the parties involved (who I hope is reading this).
Quick change of subjects: if you’re on Facebook, you’ve probably seen that supposed BBC list of 100 books you should have read. Despite having read quite a lot, I had covered only 36 of the 100. It turns out that the 100 books was really the result of a BBC reader poll of their favorite books, not a test of anything. Still, it did show that I am woefully low on classics in my repertoire. (No, Tim, I still have not read any Dickens.) I got a little nudge and am committed to reading at least a few key books I have missed, right after I finish David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest.
I had tried Infinite Jest a few years ago, at Jonathan Franzen’s prodding in his treasured letter to me, but realized after 80 pages I had no idea what I’d read. Perhaps I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. I started it again yesterday and am having no difficulty with it (apart from an occasional vocabulary word—this is David Foster Wallace, after all) and am totally enjoying the humor in it. I haven’t passed page 80 yet, but I don’t foresee any difficulty, as long as I don’t put it down for too long between readings or attempt to race through it, as I do most books. Never has a book required such technique. I wonder if I applied this same approach to War and Peace I might do better at that as well?
This is a lot of jawing about nothing, so I’d best sign off. Have a great weekend, and thanks for reading.