Saturday, November 17, 2007

In Which I Finish a Novel I Enjoyed My reading group picked Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters to be our next book of choice and I was thrilled. I had a copy and wanted to read it. Besides, the cover is delightful and I had heard good things about the BBC production of the book. It is a good book. I enjoyed it. Was it outstanding? No. I prefer Winterson's style to Waters' by far. I also found the story to be tediously predictable. Not that when I opened it I knew exactly how it would end but I could have predicted whether it would have a happy/tragic/ambivalent ending or not from the beginning. And at the end of each chapter I was pretty sure that I would know what would happen next. Each new character introduced I would guess what their role in the book would be and I was correct each and every time. Odds are, had I not been reading it for a reading group, I'd not have finished it. That I finished it because of the writing group is an irony . . . because I ended up not going. Mostly due to a lot of miscommunication and even more disappointment. I was told by the group leader that the book will make you blush. When I said I don't blush easily she rectified her warning with "Well, it made me blush." It did not make me blush. *sigh* Oh well. Maybe next time!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

In Which I Am Still Living Inside This Damn Cold Yesterday I managed to read two whole chapters in a book. Ooooh. Ahhhh. I have also learned that both Dayquil and Nyquil may cause dizziness which is, as we all know, ridiculously redundant. One of the problems with vertigo is that it does make it hard to read, harder to write, and that takes away two of the activities in my life that I love the most. And sleep. And eating. Because we already know how the vertigo makes sleeping a challenge and it is hard to want to eat when you are feeling nauseous from being dizzy. I am very frustrated with America's Next Top Model and it's ability to completely bore me this season. They have done two things that I also found discomfiting. The thing is, when I start to feel this way about a show it is usually because I am going to stop watching it. At this point, I can say with confidence that this will be my last season. It takes less time to read the snarky summaries of the programs on Television Without Pity so I may as well save myself the trouble of watching the show after this season's finale. But I still have hope that Lisa will do one more lap dance and Heather will say something really geeky for me. So far both have disappointed me tremendously but not nearly as much as Tara and her panel of judges. So this is just me, frustrated with my having a head cold, having vertigo, and having gotten sucked into another season of a show that used to amuse me but does so no longer. *sigh*
Aries Horoscope for week of November 15, 2007 I love it when you forget all your troubles and get lost in thoughts about your friends' problems. I love it when you place your entire focus on the eat steaming from your cup of coffee or on the sun reflecting on a puddle or on the mysterious expression gracing the face of a stranger. In fact I love it whenever you prove how much you love being here on earth by taking your attention off yourself, and giving it to everything else. The coming week will be a perfect time to specialize in this consummate art.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

In Which I Caught Rob's Cold My throat is sore. I woke up yesterday coughing a bit but not badly. Still. Cough cough cough. Enough to wake me up. Today no cough. Just a throat swollen and sharp. Janice wrote an entry in her blog today that reminded me about how lovely writing can be, its potential to tap into details. Actually she probably didn't write it today. I read it today. Ergo, because I just have that kind of control, it did not exist until today when I read it. I forget so many of the details of my life. I am losing focus and I know I should be writing. But I'm not.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

In Which Satia Can't Come Out to Play Today, Rob met with his brother and sister-in-law and niece. I stayed home because they went to Chuck E Cheese and my vertigo simply could not handle the stimulation of noise and movement and flashing lights and . . . I stayed home. I had my final acupuncture appointment and we agreed that it is time for me to move on. I didn't cry. I wanted to cry. I knew it was time to move on but that didn't make it less discouraging, knowing that another venue has been removed, another cure has failed, another hope has died. I have an appointment with my general practitioner. I haven't seen her since March. I am not seeing her about the vertigo but about something else. What? There's something else? Isn't there always? In any event, I see her on Friday. What we know . . .
  1. I need to watch what I eat. (Gluten allergy isn't helping my body to heal.)
  2. I need to lose the weight I've gained (possibly insulin resistant).
  3. I need to let my creativity flow. (Blocked creativity stirs up the wind inside.)
  4. I need to remove all sugar substitutes from my diet. (No more Equal or Splenda.)

And now where do I turn? To my mother. We'll discuss the options before me. Chiropractic (nonforce) and hypnotherapy are very high on the list.

I am reading the following books:

  • Signifying Pain by Judith Harris
  • Poetic Medicine by John Fox
  • Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters
  • The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath by . . . duh . . . Sylvia Plath

Why did I include a non-inclusive list of books I'm reading? Why not? The next time I have insomnia you can picture me reading one of the above. Or possibly working on #3 in spite of myself.