Orders of business on the agenda today:
1) Ben and I had a nice Easter weekend in NJ. We ate a lot, walked around a little, went to my mom’s church – there was a really nice service about – well what I took away were some thoughts about how we’re all connected on the earth – things I think about a lot anyway. She also talked about how nothing created ever truly dies – which is interesting to think about but almost too much for my brain. Anyway one of the things I like best whenever I hear her speak is that in some way she always acknowledges that doubt is an integral part of faith. She never says THIS IS THE TRUTH. She just says This is what I believe and this is what this means to me.
2) There’s a new issue of Other Voices out with a story of mine (linky on the side), What Our Week Was Like, and also a ginormous interview with me and Steve Almond that we did last year. It’s pretty interesting, if I do say so myself.
3) Speaking of days of the week, Nina and I had a funny conversation recently. She mentioned that she doesn’t love weekends and although I like them much better now than I used to, I totally understood. I hesitated to say that part of it was that TV sucks on the weekend until she brought it up – we cracked up about that. Nina doesn’t even watch as much as I do. But just as much it’s sort of about – you work all week and there’s so much pressure to both relax and get stuff done on the weekend, and it’s kind of not possible. We also talked about how each day has a different feeling to it, which is such a weird thing but it’s something I’ve always been conscious of. I’ll get into the particulars of it later, but for now I’ll leave you with this – yesterday, probably because Ben isn’t usually off on Mondays and because we flew back and got home pretty early, it not just didn’t feel like a Monday to me, it felt like no day. A lot of this is about being a creature of habit – if I’m not on some vaguely regular routine – it just feels weird.
2 comments:
i'm not sure why this is, exactly, but to my brain, each day has a color. when i think of thursday, it's yellow. it's hard to explain and has nothing to do with what you're saying, i know, but there it is.
do you have those days when you wake up and aren't sure what day it is? that's so unnerving to me. like i'm adrift on the week.
No, the idea of color is completely in tune with what I'm talking about! Because part of the "feeling" of a day to me is visual, in my mind. If that makes sense. Monday looks like something to me. Now I'm going to have to think about what color every day is!
And yes I do have those days, and it's terribly disconcerting. I also have days when I feel like it's one day all day when in fact it's another.
That little paragraph you wrote was very poetic by the way. "When I think of Thursday, it's yellow"... "like I'm adrift on the week."... lovely. When you gonna give me something new to read, lady?
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