The window-shaped sunlight moves slowly down the wall and across the floor throughout the day.
The sky is filled with bands of orange as the light comes to a new day. It is impossible to capture the color on my phone. The fiery color is gone within five minutes.
It is one thing to set the styrofoam container holding your lunch on the roof of the car and forget about it, but it is another thing entirely for it to get lodged in the roof and flip over and stay in place on the entire drive to work.
The ladybug on the inside of the window wants to get to the ladybug on the outside of the window.
The inherent qualities of chips—fat plus salt—encourages you to keep eating chips. This is especially a problem if you sit down with an open bag, as opposed to putting a single serving of 10-12 chips on a plate (sad, but necessary). This problem of endlessly eating chips is exacerbated by fiery spice on the outside of the chips because the hotness is yet another lever that makes you keep eating. But at some point the heat gets overwhelming and your tingling lips, runny nose, and burning fingers cause you to stop.
I just peeled a large orange in one piece. It’s easy to do with a small piece of citrus, like a clementine, but it takes patience and perseverance to do it with a large orange.
Food stains, dead bugs, crumbs, strands of hair, receipts, spilled coffee, blood, dried flowers.
Sometimes if I’m the first one to check out a new book I feel the responsibility of keeping it clean. But I do wonder how closely others examine the stains. Sometimes a bug dies in a library book.
There is a superstition that whatever your situation as the clock strikes twelve on New Year’s Eve is what your year will be like. That’s why people celebrate with loved ones or even hold money in their hands.
I was alone with a cat at midnight. At least I was reading a book.
I was excited about this book when it was released in 2017. Everybody was talking about it. I reserved it at my library and waited about 3 months for it to be available. In the interim, I read Tenth of December and absolutely loved it. The stories were inventive, thought-provoking, and compelling. This increased my anticipation even more for Lincoln in the Bardo. I finally got the book and started reading. I was never able to get into it and I just was not compelled to turn pages. I read about 150 pages before putting it down. It wasn’t that I didn’t understand it, but more that I didn’t know what the point was. So I moved on.
Earlier this year a friend mentioned that the audiobook was great and I should give it a listen. I was able to get it from the library and I started listening. It is easier to wade through this as an audiobook—partly due to the great cast of actors and readers—but I still don’t really know what it’s about. This is much more of an ensemble piece that tells a story much larger than Lincoln and his mourning for his son. The purgatory of the cemetery provides the author the canvas to tell many unconnected stories from the mid-1860s. Maybe that’s the point, but they just don’t add up for me.
Last year I was impressed that I was able to read 40 books. This year I hoped to double it and read 80 books. By halfway through the year I realized that I was on track to read 100 books in 2019. My progress slowed during National Novel Writing Month, but with one day to spare, I managed to make it through 100 books. It was nearly 30,000 pages.