I’ve been in a rut lately-it’s what happens to me between things, when I don’t have enough to do. Inevitably, I stay up too late-reading, watching loveboat re runs on the internet- then wake up late-which leads to not showering before two, and not leaving the house until four. In the interim I have way too much time to think about myself. Of late, the relentless introspection drove me to re read the entire Harry Potter series—In three days. The alanis morisette irony of my situation does not escape me-for the whole of the last year, all I wanted was more time-the ability to sleep past 6 30-time to read novels and have coffee with my friends. Now I have it-perhaps months and months of it-and it is underwhealming-oh why oh why could I not find a summer school job?
As you have already experienced, this does not make compelling blog writing material. Here is what is current in my life:
1. Last week, my mother took me to Costco and bought me a giant bag of spinach. I discovered there is only so many times you can eat a spinach salad-and because of this, and not wanting to waste a superfood I have decided that until the spinach goes rotten, I will cook a different meal with spinach every night. In part, I am doing this because I realized the other day that, at 31, my cooking repetoire should extend beyond speghetti, turkey dinners and stir fry. And, who I am kidding? it’s sort of fun to pretend like you are on Iron Chef, except if that tiny man in white gloves ever showed up at my apartment, I’d scream in terror. Tonight was spinach, bean and potato curry over balsamic rice. Very good.
2. I had this out of body yuppy experience today. I biked down to the local Co op for fresh organic vegtables and curry paste. I had some conversation about renewable energy in line and then the groceryman thanked me for not using bags. I biked home-listened to some Jazz and drank a Pellegrino while I was cooking. K and I sat down to a civilized dinner-K pointed out that maybe it only seemed more civilized because by that time some sort classical music had popped up on my ipod. The whole thing was weird. I am going to be one of those horrible people that are always talking about Europe and start spelling words like Labor with u even though they are not Canadian or British, and sign my name on my emails in lower case.
3. I’ve really started writing a novel. I find it terrifying. It’s one of the few things that I really, really want to do and do well. The worst part? Not knowing if it’s really going to suck. It’s kind of ridiculous to even write about.
4. I should have a job interview soon-for an English position. As my grammar and spelling are horrible, I feel like a bit of a hypocrite.
