It's Spring again...birds on the wing, again...
Around here it has been a long, hard winter and snow lies
in the corners of every field. Huge piles at the edges of parking
lots won't melt until May and the poor robins will find it hard
to tug a worm from ground frozen six feet down.
So that's the weather which has allowed for a lot of time spent
at the end of the couch. Basketball is winding down. Today
was baseball opening day, thank goodness. The sound of
baseball can occupy us day and night well into October!
Meanwhile, my reading has sunk to unfathomed depths.
Now and then, something worthwhile will get my attention
but that gets harder by the minute. The last bit of so-called
literature I read was "The Invention of Wings" by Sue Monk
Kidd and I didn't like it all that much. Set in the slave-holding
deep south, it follows the lives of several house slaves and
their masters ending in the abolitionist communities of the north
where Quakers and other radicals struggle for the cause. It is
about women finding their voice and about lifelong struggles for
freedom. What I'm saying here isn't quite fair to the book: it
is a lot better than I'm making it seem.
I've almost made it through tax time although I cringe when the
phone rings, thinking it might be the accountant with questions
I can't answer. Pure sloth makes me want to wave a magic wand
over all such tedious matters to make them go away.
The best way to escape this slough is to get moving and I will
do that before long when I travel to Turkey on a group trip arranged by UVM. If a dip into Asia Minor won't do it, heaven knows what will. This is ambitious and not at all tame. For that: perhaps a garden tour to Scotland? Oh, well. We will see.
