So as mentioned a couple of weeks ago (my post), my mother-in-law “passed peacefully from this life at home, surrounded by family” (obituary as it appeared in the paper) at the end of April after suffering from Parkinson’s for several years. This Thursday, May 20, the small gathering mentioned in the obituary will be held at a banquet room at a tavern in Delaware. As a result, I haven’t been, and am not, in the frame of mind for reading.
Not that I haven’t tried. I read half of one book Nöthin’ But a Good Time: The Uncensored History of the ’80s Hard Rock Explosion by Richard Bienstock and Tom Beaujour. I had been on hold for the book for at least a month, if not longer, after seeing Monika of the blog Lovely Bookshelf mentioning it on Instagram. It’s not that it was bad (ahem, Monika), it’s just that after reading the extensive oral history, I got, and was getting, it: sex, drugs, and rock and roll. I didn’t need to hear another story about how Jake from X band met Mark from Y band and then they went to form Z band, and then disbanded two years later to form “a” band because Jake or Mark was an a-hole or, as in many cases, both were, and still are. Maybe another time, but for now, I’ve had enough.
I’m almost at the end of Exit Strategy, part of The Murderbot Diaries, by Martha Wells, and not that it’s not good but I just am not in “the frame of mind” to finish it right now. Maybe this afternoon? But maybe not. My wife and I also began listening to Broken by Jenny Lawson, but we decided to stop so we could listen to a few hours on our way down to Delaware this week (we live in upstate Pennsylvania and it’s about a five-hour drive).
I have five e-books on hold at our library and the Free Library of Philadelphia, but most are several weeks out. The only one that I probably actually will read is The Age of Doubt, the 13th in the Inspector Montalbano series, by Andrea Camilleri. If that comes in this week, I’ll probably read that because it will be a nice escape to Sicily as the rest of the series has been so far this year.
So, if I haven’t been reading or not much anyway, then what I have been doing? My wife and I are making our way through Modern Family (now in Season 7, I think) and I’ve been watching reruns of Mad About You. I also flip through Pluto TV on our Roku, catching pieces of this and that, from Laverne and Shirley to The Carol Burnett Show to whatever other mindless TV I can find, old Saturday Night Live clips on YouTube. Nothing really is catching my attention on Netflix lately.
And, to be honest, I have been staring into the middle distance at times like this:
Last night, I must have been sitting for a good half hour before I realized that I wasn’t watching or listening to anything…and I wasn’t even meditating (GASP!).
Before you get too concerned, which we appreciate your concern, don’t worry. We’re managing the best we can, under the circumstances, and at least Kim and I have each other for support…and Kim has her sister and family too. We’re also stopping by to see a friend “downstate” on our way to Kim’s sister’s and it’ll be good to see him, and also family and friends of Kim’s mom on Thursday – so it’s not all bad. It’s just where we are…and where I am:
Not in the frame of mind for reading.