1. It's been just over ten years now since Debbie and I sold our house, leapt into the Sube, drove across the country, lived with Molly and Hiram for a couple of months, and then settled into our apartment home in Greenbelt. Those ten years are on my mind because of that Shakespeare high I experienced on Monday when all those memories came rushing back to me. The memories are euphoric to relive, but it's all bittersweet. I knew when we moved that I would sorely miss my life with Shakespeare in Eugene, a life that began in earnest when I first dedicated myself to the study of Shakespeare's plays and poems in 1981.
I was right. I miss those days of study, discussion, movies, putting on shows, making new friends, and everything else, socially, that came with living, in part, a Shakespeare life with people of all ages I had a lot of fun with.
2. It's always good, when I dive into these hours of nostalgic revery, to do other things I love and get refocused. Like cook. I had a lot of fun late this afternoon making Chicken Sausage Spaghetti Bolognese out of a HelloFresh bag. The pile of spaghetti and sauce included broiled zucchini slices enhanced with Italian seasoning. Not only did I enjoy cooking this meal, but I also relished my efficiency. I whipped it out pretty quickly, did a good job juggling the three cooking tasks I had going at once making it, and I kept my cooking area uncluttered and clean while I made this dish.
3. I start reading certain books and then don't continue usually because I get distracted by something or other. It's almost never because I don't think the book is worth reading. This past year, I finally finished the book, Songlines, after several false starts.
Tonight, I read farther into All the Light We Cannot See than I ever have before and I think I might be ready to commit to it, fight off distractions, and dedicate myself to reading the entire book.
It helped me to play my Audible version of the book while I read. At one time, I'd hoped this would be a book I'd listen to while driving back and forth from Spokane for appointments, but I'm beginning to think it's not a book I can listen to while driving.
So many people I know enjoyed this book. The author, Anthony Doerr, lives in Idaho. I am kind of stoked that I think I've experienced the breakthrough I needed to read it in its entirety.
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