Not a lot of things I want to add. (Actually, I could go on for a couple of paragraphs, but somehow I feel a bit of restraint is in order - don't hold your breath, I'm sure it will last all of two days).
Anyway, there's a bit of music I'd like to share with you, before I commit to my self-prescribed silent treatment: green meadows, skies full of stars, raindrops of roses & whiskers on kittens ...
http://youtube.com/watch?v=c5dNV7a3vck
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OK, I sent L. a text message telling her once again about my happiness concerning Feddie's resulst and (that part of) her reply was less than encouraging.
This morning I was to get up really early (we've grown into this habit of me functioning as D's personal alarm clock-service, and today he had to leave a full hour earlier than normal) and instead of returning to bed for at least an hour's sleep recovery, I surfed the morning away, reading up on everything Feddie-related.
Obsessed, again.
The truth is, these slam thingies are very addictive, esp. for a sports and story nut like me. By the way, the story nut aspect in it, is essential to my appreciation, because that's the part that gets me most excited of all. Tales of heroism and chivalry for the not so young. Love 'em, love 'em, love 'em.
But I realise I'm wasting precious time on things that are not really that important. Have to get geared up again, pick up where I left off in August. What's complicating matters a little bit, is that the novel currently commuting with me to Ghent and back, is one I don't always have the stomach for (D.M. Thomas, The White Hotel - Leasle, as always curious about your opinion; Liesbeth, DON'T YOU DARE READ IT, you're decades away from being able to stomach this and not quite sure whether you'd enjoy it then), and it's not like I have oceans of time to be browsing the library shelves at my favoured, leisurely pace.
My conclusion: there's no two ways about it, I have to cut myself off the tennis epics for a while and regain focus on the things I actually enjoy doing rather than playing the fawning spectator to.
I 'll let you know how I fare without my tennis-related day-dreaming. (Question: could there be a correlation between what I'm reading, the extent of my interest in tennis-related things, and the way I feel about myself and the world beyond, viz. you guys. Interesting)
Kroe xxx
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3 comments:
Ieps,
Ik heb 'n online verslagje gelezen over dat boek enhet lijkt me wel mee te vallen. Waarom denk je dat ik dat niet aankan?
x Lily
The novel's rather graphic, I'm afraid... Lots of breasts and orifices being treated weirdly. Sapphire's Push is nothing compared to The White Hotel.
And it's decidedly weird overall. Me, I love weirdness & alienation in books, but I seem to remember that you generally prefer realistic novels.
(The language is again E, as Maria is again with us in the blogging community - welcome back, you!!!!).
Axxx
Hello girls!
My name is Maria and I am Anna's niece from Greece.
I have been visiting this blog for a long time but it's the first time I put a comment in here (and I must ask you to be tolerant with my English)!
Actually, I don't have something to comment right now - I just wanted to introduce myself to you.
I hope all of you are doing fine! Have a nice day!
Maria
P.S. Thank you Anna for asking everyone to comment in English! xxx
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