I’m slow to capture that September feeling this year. But I’m being patient with myself. And slowly becoming absorbed in things I love to do.
I’ve been afflicted with the summer doldrums lately for any number of reasons. Here’s what I’m doing to stave it off.
Reading, and reading round the subject, has always helped me in times of sadness and grief. And this spring is no exception.
I survived the great spring black-out of 2023. With the help of a log fire, my ski underwear, and a really, really great book.
I just finished reading twelve new Miss Marple stories, not written by Christie herself. And I think I’ve found my inner Miss Marple.
I’m spending too much time in la-la land. Reading books & watching films that transport me to another time & place. And getting stuck there.
The time between Christmas and the start of school in January is a kind of seasonal lockdown for me. The best time to get buried in a book.
Hilary Mantel died this past week. I’m sad for all the wonderful books she’ll never write. And sad we’ll never be able to take tea together.
I always feel recalled to life in September. As if real life has been stalled all summer. And cooler weather kicks life back into gear again.
It’s been all drama all the time around here lately. Family drama, real and literary. And sometimes just drama.
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