My Date With a Book And a Cup of Tea
Every time I start to read a good book, I have to stop. It’s so crazy predictable that I almost avoid reading. As soon as I connect with the writer (which can be as soon as three lines in), I have the biggest impulse to start writing.
Happens every time.
Like with my copy of “The Zookeepers Wife”— it’s sad. Even though I was in the middle of a move, getting the girls ready for a month away from home, getting us prepared to meet them in two weeks, finishing a home remodel, scheduling the staging of the one we were currently in, and launching a new company with its own set of issues…I had promised myself I would not watch the movie until I’d completed the book! I would understand the complexity of the characters and the historical richness internally, before I watch the two-hour portrayal of a long-term event.
What was I thinking?
So I caved and stopped reading a few chapters in, and still walk longingly by the book and stroke the jacket when I pass it. One day soon — you, me, and a cup of Earl Grey with a dash of honey.
Of course, that gets me thinking of fall leaves and colors, and my mind wants to capture it in words. I can see myself curled up on the back patio, wearing my favorite baggy sweatshirt and ripped jeans and watching the distinct fall lighting land on the pages. Ducks fly by, and I lose my place watching them pass as I wonder where they are going…
See, I’m hopeless!!
Ah well. Guess I’ll just pet my books for now. Waiting for the perfect fall day.