Over 20gb of music on the I-pod, and I can’t settle on a song. A world of possibilities awaiting on the doorstep of the weekend, but I can’t decide where to plant my feet. A satellite TV guide that can take 20 minutes to navigate, just to find out what’s on right now. Yet still, there’s not much worth watching.
The day today has been like that. Not fit enough to go up a hill, not wet enough to stay inside, not warm enough to warrant swimming, not time enough to go farther afield. Not quite grey enough to spend a couple of hours at the cinema. A day spent on the fringe of something, but not quite immersed in any of it. I’m probably just sulking at not having done the Great Scottish Run today.
And with the weekend all but done, and just a handful of hours before work, I read a bit of Roald Dahl to the boy before lights out. And I was instantly reminded of what you can immerse yourself in, when exterior stimulation just doesn’t do the trick. READ A BOOK!
It seems I rarely run shy of a good book to read. In fact the pile seems to be growing faster than I can handle. “How Mumbo Jumbo conquered the world”, “The End of Mr Y” and “Narrow Boat to Carcassonne” all await spine cracking. Simon Hopkinson’s Roast Chicken and other stories, won’t last long either. I have a feeling that it will may remain unreturned to its rightful owner. Also in the running is my newly acquired “4 months to a 4-hour marathon”.
I also have a few ‘in progress books’ including “Feet in the clouds”, Dean Karnazes‘ “Ultra Marathon Man”, Cadogan’s Scotland guide, and “The Ultimate guide to the Munros”. On top of these in-progress books I also find myself endorsing a few essays into gastronomic comfort by Nigella Lawson and Nigel Slater, on a weekly basis.
And I shouldn’t forget the books I’ve started reading on my I-phone. There’s definitely a Philip K Dick and an Orson Scott Card in there with bookmarks. And if I’m honest, i could probably reach under the bed and find another few books wanting finishing.
And yet I can say without a shadow of doubt, I really don’t read enough.
Right, it’s after 10pm, so I’m off to finish a Jo Nesbo book which I’ve been savouring the last inch-thick wedge of for too long. And then, because there’s nothing worse than finishing a good book while you are still wide awake, maybe I’ll make a start on the “4-hour marathon”. Then again, I haven’t read a well-thumbed discworld book for a while, and I can read one of them with my eyes closed.