Last week I experienced severe neck pain and had to read lying down with my arms up in the air holding my gigantic Oxford Handbook to English Literature and Theology. I was also cold all week, which is kind of unusual, particularly for me, in July. I would sleep with three covers. Then, I got a fever of 102. In between all of this, I managed to almost burn the house down TWICE. The first time, I was roasting pork in the toaster oven. And before you laugh, the night before I had baked goat's cheese phyllo triangles and they turned out fine. This time there was flames. Brad, being the good husband he is, didn't ask any questions when he smelled a burning scent while I was cooking. You don't ask your wife such things while making your dinner. The second time involved a steak knife with a plastic handle that was touching the heating implement in the dishwasher during the dry cycle. Our kitchen smelled like smoldering plastic for hours. But, I managed to read seven books last week, nonetheless (all two hundred pages or more, in case you thought I was counting Dr. Seues). I wonder if you made a chart depicting how awful life is to the number of books that I'm reading that you would deduce that catastrophes=good study habits.
I was going to write something (maybe) profound about idealism and theology and being a woman and the book below, but somehow it seemed more pertainent to mention the fever and fires and fury life seemed to be taking on me last week. Idealism means that tomorrow is another day. I'll start there, I guess.
Comments (4)
i love posts like these - they are so real and, "human". :)
would have loved to have seen a photograph of you and your oxford!
Oh my goodness! I love smitten Kitchen! I want chocolate sorbet today (and every day!)
I think Elliott would have a coronary if I suggested not turning on the AC! I have to remind him that I shouldn't have to wear a sweater in the summer.
I seriously can't get enough lemon meringue pie!
good starting place... (and i hate it when plastic burns in the dishwasher - that is a terrible smell!)
it's true a voice would be out of place in a monastery or some equivalent... i still need to mull over what it is that made me have that though. there's something to it - not sure what just yet...