Oh my. Indeed! This month I was all over the place with the kinds of books I read. And the results were definitely mixed, which saddens me but is the life of a reader. Some books simply don’t live up to expectations. It was also a strange month because it felt like I had read very little; but when I put this post together, there were more books to include than I expected. My mental calculation was likely off due to a few disappointing books. They make me lose interest in reading. Does that happen to you? The books were not an outright loathe, but not as good as I had expected either and sometimes that is worse. Oh well. There are always more books to be devoured. And loved. And loathed.
Whoa. Where did the summer go? It is already September, and I swear it was June, like two days ago. 🙂 There was a time when I was pretty excited to flip the calendar to September since it meant cooler days were ahead. Now, I’m more ambivalent about it. And to be fair, September is generally hot in LA, although this year has been weird. July was quite hot but August was pretty nice. I’d like September to stay nice, if possible. I don’t do good in hot or cold weather. I’m sort of like the Goldilocks of weather. I want it just right.
One of my all-time favorite Disney movies is The Lion King. This should surprise no one; I am a crazy cat lady and lions are cats. My favorite song was “Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase. Hakuna Matata! Ain’t no passing craze. It means no worries for the rest of your days.” Come on. You know you want to sing it with me. 🙂 I love the idea of a worry-free life. One where I’m not constantly gripped with anxiety and that trickle of fear no longer seeps into my every thought and action. But … I’m also realizing a worry-free life really isn’t possible. Nor is that a bad thing either.
Sorry for my absence last week, but I took an impromptu trip back home to visit my family in Minnesota. It was my Dad’s birthday and my oldest nephew, Andy, was starting his freshman year of college, so it just felt like I needed to be there. Generally, I am not a very impulsive person, especially when it comes to something like travel. But I had the miles to take me home sweet home, so I did it. And it was a really nice break.
July was killer. I turned another year older, which some moments made me snarl like a crazy woman. It was also killer hot in LA, which made me irritable. So basically I was a crazy old lady but I had good company with all the crazy killers in the books I read last month. Honestly, when I put together this month’s recap, every single book involved murder. Ummmm … I’m not sure what that says about me. But maybe, just maybe, people ought to think twice before they annoy me. Just kidding. Sort of.
I turned 41 last month, which I actually greeted with a fair amount of enthusiasm and hope. I’m still here; I’m still going strong. And not to go all pop princess on you, but I still gotta lotta fight left in me. There was a time when I had none, so I am grateful and celebrate that these old bones of mine still have some pep and verve in them.