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knowing in my soul i could not.
(posted on Saturday, August 28 by eii wyy nae.)
a different book now, but the same song, a song of doing nothing, of leaving the dishes piled in the sink, of looking past the laundry to be folded, a song of groceries not bought, of phones off the hook, of too late nights & too early mornings. "i should be ashamed", i tell myself, "i should do something", & so i take out the trash & water the outside plants against the "summer" heat, then the book calls to me again & i curl up in its story & forget the floors to be vacuumed, forget almost the air conditioner which has picked today to stop working.
im propped here on the bed between two fans, the coolest place in the house, a perfect welcome to "summer". i should be reading 'The Help', the hot parts, but im 2 books beyond aibileen & the girls. as luck would have it. i bought this book a year & a half ago, plopped it onto the stack of to~be~reads, walked away; i picked it back up friday, unable to put it down & i cannot argue w/ the timing of this cold tale on a sultry hometown night.
im glad for the strawberries in the refrigerator, the staples of lemon sorbet & lime popsicles in the freezer. im thankful for ice & wishing i'd bought watermelon, thinking i could have put the book down long enough for that, but knowing in my soul i could not. you take your choices, & i chose reading.
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Signed with love,
the diarykeeper, eii wyy nae.
