Today, I took the advice of blogging mentor, Kurt Harden and unplugged for twelve hours of an “Analogue Sunday”
It was refreshing and I suggest you try it yourself. No “technology or TV for a day”
A rainy day in Michigan’s Great Southwest, I was not working today and my wife is back in SC until next week, spending time with family and friends. After walking the dogs, going to Mass and visiting a friend, I went home, set my itunes to loop the entire George Winston catalogue and spent the afternoon, on the couch, reading the 200 or so pages needed to finnish The Fool of New York City, by Michael D. O’Brien.
Sometimes, it takes a while for me to get the feel what is happening in a book and if I don’t get to that point before getting bored, the book gets put on the shelf, unfulfilled. Having read all thirteen of O’brien’s novels, I was aware that there usually came a page when it all starts to make sense and I found that page early this afternoon. Michael teases his readers for the first third of the book, then it all comes together.
Smiling, crying and sometimes ignoring the hints by three, Black Labs to go out and play, I completed this great novel just in time to feed the dogs and take them out.
This was a luxury I haven’t been afforded in, well, I can’t remember.
I must do it again, sometimes.