Tuesday! It is here, and the sky is grey – again. A real Debbie Downer of a winter. I now realize why I was so happy and excited for the sunny blue skies last year. It’s because we usually just have this drab grey monotonously neutral coloured sky. These shades of grey do not inspire any sense of joy at all. But a beautiful blue sparkly, twinkling winter’s day, omg, that could be one for the story books. The gloom really does add a layer of suck, to an already dreary season. All the leaves, and flowers are gone, the colour sucked right out of the everyday. No green vibrant grass. The trees are all grey/brown, the streets are grey, the side walk, curbs, and gutters grey. Ugh! Hideous. But a big, bold, open crystal clear blue sky adds so much to a regular day. It’s a shame we do all of our lights based holidays before winter really gets going. January & February need their own lights show extravaganza of a holiday. Otherwise it all looks so damn bleak. Boo!
Almost done with January as it is. Not much longer and we’ll be looking at Valentine’s Day, then March Break & St. Patrick’s Day, then Easter, then the May 2-4 of Victoria Day, and by then POW! All the colour has come back, and lawn mowing is a thing, same with park play dates, bike riding, skateboards, and playing catch on the lawn. Spring, Summer and Fall are far superior seasons to our southern Ontario winters. So much more to get out and do! Bring it on!
Oh, reminds me. I need to sort and hang up all of yesterday’s laundry. The cycle, it never ends!
I had to put a pin in the Bob Evans book, to read something a little more contemporary & light hearted. Just opening up more space to get through it all, by reading other books from this years list now, which are shorter and less dense, as the length of the Evans book might take me a while to get through. I don’t want to miss my twelve books in a year goal, by getting slowed to a halt by one of the longer, and more densely written autobiographies. So, I figure when I feel it start to drag, I’ll put a pin in it, pick up another book that I can finish quickly, then go back to it, knowing that I haven’t squandered all of my time by not being smart about it. If that makes any sense.
Old Hollywood is intriguing, but – so many names, and places, and people, and actors, and motion pictures, and studios to keep track of. I have to look many of them up to get a sense of what he was gossiping, or spilling the tea over. My knowledge of Pre 1980 Hollywood is pretty bare bones to begin with. I thought this book might ignite something like an renaissance of old movies for me, but not really. At least not yet. I like it, but it’s longer than a good chunk of my other books, and even after reading seventy-eighty pages at a go, it feels as though I’m making little to no headway on finishing the damnable thing! It’s like the page count is growing as I’m reading it. Ha. I know it’s not, but it feels that way to me.
So I’ll detour for a day or two into some Fantasy realm type stuff, then hop back into the autobiography. Bim, bam, boom!
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