I’m gearing up to go back to school tomorrow.  With trepidation.  I’ve turned off all music, Olympics, sound.  I went to church to regroup.  Not because it was a good thing to do, just to be with other like-minded folk and spend some time there.

I just got finished reading.   I look at my stack of books on my bedside table, and I realize how much I love to read…how I can get lost in a story, and be revived.  Here’s the list I’m currently reading.  From top to bottom.  And, there’s a reason for the order. 

What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (Murakami).  I just read 40 pages of it before I go to the gym for the start of week 2 Half Training.  Here is a quote I’m loving right now:

Marathon running is not a sport for everyone…Likewise, a person doesn’t become a runner because someone recommends it.  People basically become runners because they’re meant to be….Forcing people who have no desire to run, or who aren’t physically fit enough, is kind of a pointless torture.

About making all kids run in PE class:

The most important thing we ever learn at school is the fact that the most important things can’t be learned at school.

SLASH (Slash & Bozza):  A book that Nitmos was reading.  Sounded like a great summer read.  I haven’t cracked it.  It came free with that Amazon free shipping thingy.  Okay, it wasn’t free, but cheaper.

Nathan Pritikin Diet for Runners I’m fairly certain that Frayed Laces blogged about this.  I spent 50 cents on it at Amazon.  Great book.  That pin that I have sticking out of it is my bookmark…with my runner’s bib from the Susan B Anthony 5K.  Proof that I actually run.  And read.

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Was (Diaz).  Was all the rage.  A Pulitzer.  I read it this summer while I taught summer school.  Did I like it?  Not so much.  Goes to show you.  I may not be Pulitzer material.  I know what I like, and the Dominican ***asterisks with Dominican history made is a tough read.

The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted (Berg).  How I love Augusten Burroughs.  While he is most famous for Running with Scissors, DRY is probably one of my all time favorite books.  He recommended this collection of short stories.  I love the man and wife who go on Weight Watchers together.  Hilarious.  If you’re up for some short, great stories, this is the one.

Beautiful Children & Audition  My sister gave me both of these.  Haven’t cracked either one of them yet.

This is my love, or my curse.  None of these is finished.  I read leisurely, and at times with no purpose.  I’m also in a book group, with some of my friends.  We read the book, and meet monthly.  Sometimes we even talk about the book.  To me, that’s mandatory reading.  Not today.  The quiet of the day, Murakami’s book, the peacefulness of Sunday.  Nothing better.

I go now to the madness of the gym, come home and cook loads of food, so that when my STBX (soon to be ex husband) brings the boys at 5, the house is bustling, the stove is bubbling, and they are greated with one thought:  HOME.

Tonight’s menu:  Fresh tomato sauce with Eggplant Parmesean, Honey Mustard Chicken, Pizza Salad, Apple Crisp. 

Martha used to say it a lot.  Sundays.  It’s a good thing.

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6 thoughts on “Sundays. A good thing.

  1. have a great week.

    here’s hoping that, sometime in the future, theres a week for BOTH OF US where we can do nothing but loll about and read.

  2. Thanks for reading my blog. I hope that you have a good week of training. School starts for us(teachers) this week. Have things started in CA yet?

  3. I just started reading Murakami! Not the running book, although it’s been calling my name. I’ve started with Kafka on the Shore. So good! Enjoy the peace 🙂

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