Well, this has been a rather longer hiatus than I’d ever intended.
What a goofy spring. Weird weather, and an overwhelming continuation of “little things” keeping me from ever feeling quite in control of my very own life.
Sunday, June 19th we had our last plant sale day (we operate a small perennial plant nursery); 48 hours later I was on the operating table undergoing a mite of abdominal surgery, which I’d been supposed to undergo back in April but which I’d postponed till a “better” time – after the spring planting season. Luckily everything held together until now!
All is as well as it could be expected to be. I am rather sore but less so than I could be, and several weeks of “light duty” stretch in front of me. Perhaps an opportunity to take up the blogging habit once again? I do miss it.
So, what have I been reading this strangely subfusc spring? Not a whole lot, I’m sad to say. Too busy and too distracted for anything terribly challenging, though I did recently manage a trio of Gavin Maxwells – Ring of Bright Water, The Rocks Remain, and Raven Seek Thy Brother. (Now there’s a chap with issues!) Maxwell deserves more than I can give him at present, so he’s back on the shelf for now.
Lying on the gurney the other day, waiting for the surgeon, I did manage to immerse myself to a reasonably deep degree in Barbara Pym’s Less Than Angels. “Good book?” asked one of the nurses. “Not particularly,” I replied. And it really isn’t, is it? Not one of her strongest. I insist on reading Pym from time to time, and occasionally sparks are struck, but she’s so darned…I dunno…cynical is too strong a term…not particularly cheering, anyway, to someone in a fragile state of mind.
So it’s been O. Douglas the last few days, as something of a Barbara Pym antidote. Taken by the Hand, and The House That is Our Own. Good old friends, these have become. But I’m ready for something new.
I see that Margaret Kennedy (The Constant Nymph, The Feast, Together and Apart et al) is getting some positive press in book blogger world. Time to order some new-to-me summer reading? But according to CBC News a possible postal strike is looming, so I might want to hold off.
Back to the high shelves here at home it is! (Well, not literally. I’ll send someone else up the stepladder.)
Hope you’ve all been having a lovely spring. Mine has had its magical moments, despite everything. And now it’s truly summer, longest day just past and all. Cheers, book friends!