At last, a truly wonderful week
Finally, a wonderful week! Sunshine, warmth, and health. OK, so it gets dark at 4:30, and I go to bed at 8 now, but I’ll take it. Ollie and I have relished our afternoon walks in the sunshine, and the leaves. Those autumn leaves. I’ve been making a bit of a fool of myself stopping every few steps to stare up at trees, but it’s made for some good neighborly conversation, too.
How about you? How was your week?
Otherwise, I’m just back to organizing. I finished up the kitchen, and then I tackled the horror that was my main closet. I have to shred a whole box of papers, but there’s actually room in there for the first time since I moved in here.
I’ve gotten some great reading suggestions from you, and please keep them coming!
Making a flap budget
I finished up the Lifechanging Magic of Not Giving a F**k. In the end, I think there were a few things that she should have been giving more of a flap about, but an interesting thing to mull over. I have found myself questioning things I would just do—like, for example, do I give a hoot about cleaning my closet? As shocked as my childhood self would be yes. This means that it would fit into my flap budget. For things that do not, I’m trying to just not give a fudge.
Back to the more serious reads, I picked up the Hours Have Lost Their Clock: The Politics of Nostalgia, by Grafton Tanner this week (affiliate link with Bookshop.org). I have an ongoing interest in how nostalgia functions, not because I want to live in the past (far from it), but because I do continuously find myself surprised by how much has disappeared as we have made our contemporary world.
Tanner believes that nostalgia is highly complex and that previous attempts to define it have been insufficient. Perhaps if we learned to channel it better, nostalgia could serve us better. The latter point makes me nervous, and my guess is that he’s not going to land there.
Speaking of nostalgia, perhaps I do sometimes want to relive things, because I watched Star Wars: A New Hope and the Empire Strikes Back Saturday night. Star Wars is the first movie I remember seeing in the theater (I ran down the aisle to have a conversation with the characters). When I hear the theme, I just break out into a huge grin. To me, Star Wars is magic. Or maybe it’s just Han Solo.
My nephew is a Star Wars superfan (who is relieved that I finally watched the Mandalorian), and my youngest niece had a real thing for Darth Vader, and I’ve loved talking shop about a galaxy far, far away with them. Things will be fresh for Thanksgiving.
I hope your week was fabulous! Let me know in the comments!