As I'm going up the elevator - my mind is wandering to the hot tea (Tazo-Joy) that is screaming my name and the delicious chili on the menu tonight.
I'm a bit exhausted. The hubby has been needing our one (and only) car to cart his gear back and forth to work. So-I've been take my bike (I like to ride my bicyle...I like to ride my bike - Queen fans anyone?!) - Which - by the way- has been awesome. I've lost 2 pounds this week which directly influenced by my new means of transportation. I digress.
Back in the elevator - I'm practically drooling over the meal I'm going to be making. I should really get started on it, so it can simmer and get all delish.
I'm juggling my bags in my arms (that were just previously juggling on my handlebars of my bike) - get to the door, which should be unlocked since I don't have a key....again, because I'm riding my bike. [insert loud gasp] The door won't open. It.is.locked.
Just for good measure - I turn the knob both ways....nope.definitely locked.
I'm rifling through my bag - looking for the keys, that I know aren't there. nope. definitely not there.
ugh. The Hubby must have come home for lunch (which is unusual lately) and forgot to leave it open for me. Oy Vey! My cellphone is locked inside the apartment. What to do?
I could go to his work. BUT they are playing war this week, so who knows where the war zone begins. I might become a casualty. And who knows if he is even "alive" to be able to hand over the keys. So. yea. not-an-option.
I sling my purse over my shoulder and leave my other bags hanging on the door handle. I get back into that elevator, which has the drool on the floor from when I was thinking about the chili in the near (the now distancing) future. What are my options?
I could go back to work and try to get a hold of him. I don't really want to go back there.
I could go wander around the BX for 3 hours.
I could take a bike ride.
I could go and sit at the cafe for a couple hours.
So- as you can see, I'm not overly concerned with how to fill my time. Its just a matter of choosing what to do to fill up the 3-4 hours before the Hubby gets out.
At this point, I decide just to go with the flow. Before I knew it I was back on my bike and found my self pedaling to the library. I just finished a book, The Road, and decided to go search for a new one.
Libraries are somewhat stressful for me, there are so many choices... And if you don't know me - making choices (especially at restaurants) is not easy for me.
Soon-I'll have 2 weeks of winter break. One of them completely free from ANYTHING...SO I thought I would put together a little reading list for myself.
I'm big on fiction. I love getting wrapped up in love stories of fictional characters in their made-up world. And I gravitate towards tearjerkers, lovey-dovey stories, and anything by Jodi Picoult (which was a recent discovery with her book 19 Minutes).
BUT: There are some real-life stories of people with incredible lives of success/tragedy/love/everything-in-between. I want to know about them and I want to read their life stories. Therefore, I hightailed it to Biography and skimmed the collection.
Here are my choices:
1. Dr. Seuss & Mr. Geisel (just for fun!)
2. Audrey Hepburn (I'm fascinated by her)
3. Einstein (just because..)
4. Isoroku Yamamoto (In light of the recent anniversary of Pearl Harbor)
5. A Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood (I'm pretty excited about this one)
They are all very different on purpose.
Often the non-fiction books I choose are on these subjects:
-the Holocaust-WWII the European front-
-Salem Witch Trials-(I just read The Heretic's Daughter-its a ficitional novel by Kathleen Kent)-
-Mental Institutions in America late 20th Century-
I've seriously read tons of books on these things. Strange I know. But I'm drawn to these periods of time.
Clearly - in addition to stuffing my face with Christmas cookies I am going to be broadening my mind to some fascinating people and stories.
Oh & of course I picked up The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult.
Six books in Six Weeks.
Possible? I think so.
Stupid? Highly Debatable.