I should have known the "more tomorrow" at the end of my last post would jinx me for the rest of the trip. I couldn't get online after that first night, and after the second night I stopped trying. It always feels a little odd, at first, to be at the cabin alone. Not having the internet to fall back on compounded that feeling. But then it turned into a real vacation, a withdrawal, and it was good.
My plan was to come back yesterday afternoon and go to work this morning, but I got some sort of cold - when my mother arrived after a few days she had to force pills down my throat and make me soup, on Mother's Day, no less - so I decided traveling via ferry and then looking after Ivy, who gets sick as easily as I do, wouldn't be smart. Vacation extended!
There was a lot of reading. I finished Kavalier and Clay (which I'd rudely interrupted with my Jean Ure trilogy), and then Assassination Vacation and This Boy's Life. I loved them all. On the way home I read The Dogs of Bedlam Farm, which is the John Katz book I mentioned buying a while back. So I'm full of books. I'm fat with them.
If I'd been able to post as much as I intended to at the cabin, I no doubt would have written about all the snakes I saw (3) on a single walk, and collecting miniscule shells with my mother, and bonfires, and sleeplessness, and tea. Just so you know.
(I'll post some pictures soon).
5 comments:
I just finished AAK&C too. I thought it was rather fun. Like, the theme of escape. Hee hee. "Theme". No really, it was really clever in a lot of ways.
It's good, to be Internetless, sometimes. Not often. But sometimes.
Piiictures!
You are up at the crazy hour.
As are you...have you always wrestled with insomnia?
I got up at 7 to obsessively check my email--I had watched the movie in bed and left the laptop beside me for that express purpose (I pick up someone's wireless in my building).
Then I went back to bed.
I'm not sure it qualifies as pure insomnia. There's usually a cause, like caffiene or joint pain, or having slept all day. I guess I've been a bad sleeper since highschool, but I've always liked staying up on the odd night, all night, and then feeling trashed in the morning. I mean, I like the staying up. The feeling trashed is just kind of a given.
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