February started the month with a big ole bang. First, there was the Gee-I-Couldn’t-Have-Predicted-the-Winner-of-This-Matchup Superbowl. Then, there was me. Turning 40. Then, add in Smiley’s birthday, a rockandroll party and approval for financing, a memorial and a visit from mom… all in the first week! Like I said, February started with a bang! Then it turned into the wait and see month…which ended in a house!
For books it it was:
- Cult of Personality by Annie Murphy Paul. A fun, informative read!
- The Extraordinary Voyage of Pytheas the Greek by Barry Cunliffe. Not so fun.
- The Good Patient by Kristin Waterfield Duisberg ~probably one of my favorites of the list.
- The Color Purple by Alice Walker ~ really, really hard to read. So sad!
- Fool by Frederick Dillen ~ very psychological.
- The Inn at Lake Devine by Elinor Lipman ~ very cute.
- Bedtime for Frances by Russell Hoban ~ speaking of cute!
- Not a Day Goes By by E. Lynn Harris ~ a very, very quick read in honor of Black History Month
- A Reconstructed Corpse by Simon Brett in honor of National Theater Month even though the acting in this mystery doesn’t take place on a stage…
- Tracks Across America by Leonard Everett Fisher ~ in honor on National Railroad Month
- The Powers That Be by David Halberstam ~ in honor of Scholastic Journalism month
As you can see, I did a lot of reading during that “wait and see” time! In the end, February was full of emotions as well as books and finally, finally a house!
I didn’t get to A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens and I started When the Time Comes by Paula Span – an Early Review book (review coming in March).
According to the time line we are almost at the end of the ride. This thing I’ve called roller coaster is finally coasting to a stop. We are nine days away from being home owners. Nine days and three steps closer to a new craziness. I’m okay with that because it’s different from the old craziness. Anything is better than the old craziness. All that is left is packing and signing. Packing and more signing. Three days and the ride comes to a halt.
According to the time line I can stop celebrating the craziness that was my landmark birthday. This thing I’ve called turning forty is finally finished. I’m now forty and a few days. Soon it will be forty and a few weeks; a few months. Old news. I celebrated with my husband hunting for house wares and making homemade brownies. I celebrated with the ladies and got to hear my favorite drum solo. I celebrated with my mom with steamed lobsters, chocolate whoopie pies and a big 4 candle. It was perfect – all of it – but now it’s time to move on.
There are other things coming to a halt in my life. Things that have run their course and run out of time. Promises made, promises broken. I should be bothered but I’m not. I’ve been here before. The path is not new. I don’t need a map. While it all makes me sad I am not surprised.