From now on, I’m going to direct at least 10% of the LWs who write to me to the above image. It sums it up pretty perfectly, don’t you think?
Anyway, happy Friday. How was your week? Has your new year gotten off to a good start? I’m feeling pretty positive about the year ahead after a productive first week. I made a few loose resolutions that I’ve done ok sticking to. I’m limiting my alcohol and bread and sugar consumption and skipping seconds on meals. I’m walking an average of five miles a day or more, and my goal is to read at least one book a month (with the intention of getting to two a month). To that end, I started the much-hyped Neapolitan trilogy by Elena Ferranta and 20% into the first novel, my verdict is ZZZZZZZzzzzzzz. All I’ve heard for the last year is how beautifully written and absolutely wonderful this series is, but I think it’s super boring! I’m so disappointed. I’m not one of those people who forces myself to finish a book I’m not enjoying, so I’m putting this one aside and instead going to read M Train, but Patti Smith. I loved Just Kids, so I’m hoping this one is equally enjoyable. I’m also working on embracing that I may just not be a fiction person. Is it so wrong that all I want to read are memoirs?
Also, you know what else everyone else raves about that I can’t seem to get into? “Making a Murderer.” Drew and I watched the first episode (twice, because I fell asleep the first time) and, after a slow start, we really liked the way it ended. But the second episode? Total snooze fest. It put me to sleep three times! What am I missing (um, besides a decent night’s sleep, ever)? (For the record, Drew wasn’t into it either, so at least I know I’m not the only person who doesn’t get it).
Lest it seem that I’m subtly (or not so subtly) implying that I turn my nose up at mainstream cultural phenomenons, I eagerly anticipated the premier of the new season of “The Bachelor,” which started this Monday. Drew and I even placed some bets on who will get the final rose, who will be the next bachelorette, and who will be this season’s villain and this season’s crazy. Hey, we need something to get us through the winter since a sad and enraging documentary about a man wrongly committed for murder surprisingly isn’t cutting it…
One more thing: last night I went to a dance performance that my dancer friend was in, and afterwards she and I and our other friend grabbed a drink nearby. I’m the youngest at 39, so when we were all three asked for IDs upon entering the bar, we got sort of giddy in the way middle-aged mothers would. And then the bouncer said the one thing that totally burst my bubble: After looking at our IDs, he smiled at us and said, “Oh, you guys look really good… for your age.” And that was the moment I officially became old.