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A Sea of Words

01/09/2012

A new year, perhaps a new outlook…

One of my presents this year was a much-desired Kindle Fire. I found myself wanting to read more and more, yet also realizing I had less and less time to go to the library or the bookstore to peruse the shelves and borrow or purchase books. Sure, you might say, “Get up off your lazy ass and make the effort,” but the simple fact is as one of a pair of full-time working parents with a rapidly growing and blossoming 14-month-old boy, time is a valuable commodity that is best reserved for the truly important things: family and grown-up responsibility. I thought to myself, as the gift-giving (and receiving) season approached with its bevy of people asking me what I wanted, maybe I could ask for an e-reader, perhaps thinking if the avenue of easy one-click borrowing and purchasing was made available to me, with the the ability to carry thousands of books in my hand, per se, maybe I would be able to read as much as I wanted, or at least more than I was.

It’s been roughly 2 weeks since I was given the Fire and I have since read two books; King’s X by Stephen T. Harper and Far And Away: A Prize Every Time by the incomparable Neil Peart. I will refrain fromreviewing  these books, as that is not the purpose of this blog (at least, not yet), but I do want to mention a thought to which I kept returning as the pages swiped past: I feel more complete when I read. Maybe it’s a flawed point of view that by reading I am somehow culturing myself, or maybe there is simply a part of my mind that lays dormant until the written word ignites it. Either way, I found myself rediscovering that wonderful eagerness to return to the pages (or screens, as the case may be) the comes with reading a good book.

One of the things that struck me, in particular while reading Neil’s book (as I refer to him like he’s a close personal friend — wishful thinking, hah!), was that I should keep more of a journal. I had recently redesigned my website to function as a WordPress blog since it lends itself so well to being a content management system, but I feel my personal ramblings should not mix with my artistic and professional portfolio. That is why I am writing here, in a semi-neutral environment that will not intrude on the additions to my galleries. I was intrigued, almost impressed, with the way Mr. Peart (more professional, now) was able to articulate his thoughts and actions in a way that not only told a narrative but also allowed the reader a glimpse into his mind and inner workings. My life is certainly nowhere near as exciting as his; my days are habitual and rhythmic as opposed to his daily jaunts through the snows in Quebec, motorcycle adventures through the backroads of whatever country in which he happens to be or any other of his hobbies, but in the same breath, nothing is stopping me from sharing and expanding on all that I do. Nothing, that is, except me.

This past weekend was one of laying low and letting things pass. Saturday had me feeling weak, weary and achy all day, despite having no fever. I spent a good deal of time in bed, when not watching Eric while MB completed work she unfortunately had to bring home. Anyone who questions the dedication and heart of a teacher truly has no idea of the reality of the occupation. Mountains of work, unruly students and sometimes, just as unruly parents. But I digress. Saturday was a low-key day. It has become a regular and very welcome sight to watch my son grow at a alarming rate. Having just surpassed his 14th month, he is running, playing, laughing, smiling and entering in the ever-evolving language of babble on his way to talking. Each day that I look into his eyes, hold his hand in mine or feel the weight of his head on my chest when he tuckers out, I smile in disbelief that this amazing little person came from me, came from MB and is now in my arms, growing and living every single day. It’s been over a year and the novelty, for lack of a better word, of being a parent has not worn off; every day brings the possibility of a new discovery, a new action or a new accomplishment for our Little Bear, and his enthusiasm for everything is contagious.

On that note, another tangent: while I will not delve too deeply into the nature of this topic, I want to say that advances in psychotropic medication are wonderful. Having been mired for a very long time in a low that wouldn’t lift, a visit to my doctor brought about an addition to my daily regiment that was felt within 48 hours. Again, without entering into too much detail, my mind is clearer, my mood is brighter and my quality of life has improved tenfold. It is because of that improvement that I am even able to write this entry; before now, the words would have faltered after less than a line had been written (typed). Now I feel expressive, articulate and, quite simply, able.

For our Sunday sojourn, we went to MB’s parents’ place for breakfast, the early football game and belated Christmas gift exchanging (MB’s sister was away on business for the holiday, so the gift exchanged was pushed back until she had returned). It was tiring for me because I still did not feel particularly up to snuff, though a good time was had. We returned home weary, all three of us, and while MB settled in for yet more work, I took care of the weekly laundry and ordered up some pizza for dinner (yay, healthy eating). The evening ended well enough, with a full week looming in front of us and a Steelers loss still keeping the energy in Baltimore elevated.

Tonight, I plan on starting a new novel, this time borrowed from the Amazon Prime Kindle Owners’ Lending Library, titled Asylum by Kristen Selleck. I am looking forward to continuing my newfound (?) dedication to reading and, perhaps, expanding my mind.

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