After many, many years putting it off, I am finally reading Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen’s wit, plot line, character development and use of the language is challenging my lazy brain. I have spent so many years skimming over internet junk, reading the highlights of blogs, watching movies while trolling Pinterest or Instagram, my brain is lazy. It wants the quick hits of dopamine, not the toil of paying attention and encounters with new words.
But there is a lady in my life whom I love most dearly. She adores this book and has read it more times than she can count. Because of her, I am working my way through the chapters. Our daughter with her quick wit and brilliant mind continues to challenge me to reach further and not be lazy. It is for her, I am toiling.
I plan to watch at least one movie version of the story when I am finished. I will try to see her recommended one. I am considering getting Cliff Notes or Spark(?) to go along with my reading. Perhaps it would help me appreciate the appeal of the book and the story turned into cinema more fully.
I think the thing I am struggling with is how rude nearly every character seems. I have my moments of speaking inappropriately, but they are usually accidental due to my not paying attention to the scene I am involved with. To be openly and deliberately rude continuously would have my mother out of her grave pinching the mess out of me.
I have said before I wished sometimes for Julia Sugarbaker’s ability to tell someone off, but in reality, I fear my mother more. She has been long gone, but her voice still comes to me letting me know when something is “tacky” or “ugly”. To act or speak in such a way would get “the look” or when I was smaller, “the pinch”. And to acknowledge I had been pinched would have been certain death. Or at least, I thought so.
My mother never mistreated us at all, but never allowed us to act out and embarrass her, either. We had a certain quality called respect for our mothers. Our children have it, too. Don’t say anything negative about the younger generations around me. There were as many smart mouths in my childhood as now and just as many fine, respectful young people now as then.
Good night, somebody kick this soap box out from under me! About this book I am reading, I will likely fall in love with it, too. Right now, it is as annoying as Mr. Darcy!!
Apparently, I sounded down in last week’s post. It wasn’t intended that way. I was actually feeling optimistic. I did make a run to the fabric store and craft store. Came away with a few things. I even found some of the items on my list at the local Walmart.
I have been making progress on the less than pleasant projects. Little bites consume the elephant.
A couple of dear friends are eyeball deep in the restoration of a cabin while inhabiting it. She mentioned having an opportunity to go through her recipe collection that has been in storage and it giving her renewed inspiration and enthusiasm to keep on with the less than pleasant portions of the project.
It models the method I have used for years to get things done. I will make my list of tasks and then set a timer for twenty or thirty minutes and work on the first one till the timer goes off. If I am really going great, I will keep on till I stall. I move on to the next item on the list and do the same thing with the timer. It is sometimes best to stop exactly with the timer. If the project is going well and the stopping place won’t cause a problem for proper execution, stop on the high point. When the project comes back around, it will be easier to pick up and move forward.
For the less than pleasant tasks, I have interspersed the happier ones to work on as well. For example, I am trying to sort out a box of his papers and get them filed. An elephant. I also picked up a fish bowl and some aquatic plants to make a water garden. A happy project. I am moving back and forth on chores and projects to keep from getting bogged down. I don’t always use a timer. After so many years of doing so, I can “feel” the time.
We had a good trip this past weekend to the longhorn sale. He came home with his pick of the lots. We got to visit with people we care about and only see once or twice a year usually. The sale has been going on for twenty-four years and some of us have been there since the first one. The trip for me was like my friend’s perusal of her recipes. It has given me renewed enthusiasm to push through the less than pleasant things.
I have been productive yesterday and today. I read a book, watched a movie, washed clothes. As mentioned earlier, I have worked on his filing. I have taken pleasure in drinking my own coffee on the porch and watching the hummingbirds battle it out for a few drops of sugar water. Even the elephant projects have been good.
Reading back over the above paragraph, I should clarify that reading a book and watching a movie count as productive for me since those items are on my lists of things to achieve for personal satisfaction. The book was one from the 1960’s by a favorite writer, Rosamunde Pilcher. The movie was one of Margaret Rutherford’s portrayals of Agatha Christie’s Jane Marple. As an aspiring writer, soaking in the art and craft of storytelling through books and movies is important. As for the comment about the coffee, one of the only things I struggle with when traveling is missing my morning coffee on the back porch. Traveling makes me appreciate it more when I do return home.
Here’s to a good week of creative expression and loving actions, good books and good coffee. May we have time to play and time to love. And time to stop and see the beautiful world He has made.