Snapshots from Green Victoria (tedwords) wrote,
Snapshots from Green Victoria

A newer normal?

I tried holding back. I have so many books that still need reading that after I finished the third book in the Sookie Stackhouse series, "Club Dead," I tried picking up something else. I located Keith Richards' autobiography, which I had enjoyed, and picked up at page 90. I tried reading "The Confessions of Saint Augustine," but found it bored me to tears. I even started reading a "Tale of Two Cities," which was much, much better than The Confessions of Saint Augustine, but just not what I was in the mood for.

Then I located the fourth Sookie Stackhouse book, at a used book store. Picked it up for four dollars, and now I'm happy. This is my book series for the summer.

As I was reading chapter two this morning, I read the following: "The clock told me it was noon, and outside the light was bright, though the air was cold. For Christmas, Jason had given me a thermometer that could read outside temperature..."

And suddenly, I was thinking about my parents' old house, the one I had grown up in. I remembered a big old thermometer outside the window in the living room, round and bright and red and white, attached to the outside of the window. Right near this big old tree that held a bird feeder.

For some reason, I thought to myself, "I miss being normal." I think I meant have my own place, and revelling in the mundane. But isn't that a strange thought?

The next few years and a return to normality will be good for me, I think.

Last night was Ashes' birthday party. Two weeks before she heads off to college. Both nervous for her and sad, because I will miss her so much.
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