in a desultory fashion…

I was listening to the rain pounding on the roof (which is why I’m not going running today), but then I realized the girls had Playschool turned on louder than usual. So, I put on the headphones, and cranked up Transformers 1 & 2 (the scores, not the rock soundtracks). Now, I can hear that AND the rain, which is coming down quite hard at present.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the Playschool show, but I’ve had enough for one day. There are some good shows over here for kids, really! But even with the good ones like Mr. Maker and The Wiggles AND the annoying ones (I hate Yo Gabba Gabba), I spend a lot of time wondering how much these people get paid to act or dress like that. I mean, come on, Mr. Maker is very crafty, but he puts too much gel in his hair, wears a polka dotted vest, and spends half the show with his eyes open so wide, it looks like his eyeballs are about to pop out! And some of the Wiggles have Beatles haircuts, but dress like they’re on Star Trek (this is not a slam against Star Trek, I just don’t think the Beatles and Star Trek should go together).

But they’re still good shows, most of them, and I find it hard to NOT watch, when I’m folding laundry or filling the dishwasher. And if Sadie’s still asleep when Bubby wakes up, it isn’t unusual for me to turn the TV on, so I can watch Tinga Tinga (African tales in the jungle, which explain why the zebra has stripes, why giraffe has a long neck, why tortoise is slow). The order of shows change every once in a while, which is probably good, because I was getting addicted to watching Babar. Maybe because I remember reading the books, when I was little?

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, being random. In a little while, I’ll continue reading The Help (by Kathryn Stockett), on my Kindle. I didn’t plan on reading it just because I’m about to go see the movie. That was a coincidence. But as it happens, it’s going to be in the theater this week. Yes, I know, if you’re in the U.S., it’s probably been out since, oh… August? Sometimes the movies over here come straight to Emerald’s theater, and other times, it takes forever. For example, I’m pretty sure the new Jane Eyre (with Michael Fassbender and Mia Wasikowska) has been out in the U.S. since March or April, but I didn’t get around to seeing it before I left. It may very well be on DVD over there, and it still hasn’t arrived here. In Emerald, I mean. It’s probably hit all the big cities, already.

So, I’m really enjoying The Help. I knew I would, of course, but it’s a good read, and I’d recommend it to anyone. It gives you a bird’s eye view of what life was like in the segregated American South, right around the time of Martin Luther King’s March on Washington. I enjoy how the perspectives change between Skeeter (the white girl who’s only just getting her eyes open to what’s really around her) and Aibileen and Minny (the black maids). It makes me cringe, knowing that people are capable of treating other human beings in such a way. And I’m glad that there are stories of both good and bad, in the book that Skeeter is writing. Even when it’s told from the side of the maids, they point out the kindness and love shown by some people.

Previous to this, if you’ve been noticing my book list, I’ve been reading a bunch of fantasy, and then switching over to some young adult adventure (John Marsden’s Tomorrow series). I was debating what to read next, after The Help. I have quite a few non-fiction books on my Kindle that I really want to read, like In Defense of Thomas Jefferson (William G. Hyland), Unplanned: The Dramatic True Story of a Former Planned Parenthood Leader’s Eye-Opening Journey across the Life Line (Abby Johnson), and The Third Terrorist: The Middle East Connection to the Oklahoma City Bombing (Jayna Davis). But then I got an e-mail from the library, letting me know the books I’d put on hold have arrived. I’m getting the next book in each of the three series’ that I’m reading. So, starting another non-fiction binge will have to wait. If I can finish each of the series (series-es?), I can hit up some more serious reading matter. Not that The Help isn’t serious, of course.

Up until today, I’ve been keeping up with my jog/walking, except for when I got sick. I missed two days, that week. But at present, I don’t want to get my only pair of sneakers soaked. Also, it was thundering majorly, earlier. Don’t you think there should be a way to say it was “lightning-ing”? I find lightning much more alarming than thunder, sometimes.

So, I can now have an argument with myself over whether to jog/walk tomorrow, or just skip a day. Guess it depends on whether it’ll rain tomorrow, or if it’s predicted for Wednesday. Who knows? Oy. I just checked the weather report, and we have rain and thunderstorms predicted almost every day. I guess I’ll have to face the serious issue of wet sneaks or no exercise. Blast.

I discovered, the other day, that listening to Andrea Bocelli music can actually make you homesick. Not crying-my-eyes-out homesick, just longing (inside) for home. I had cranked up Sogno on my headphones, and away I went, dreaming of home, and wishing that April would arrive sooner. Not only does his singing make you feel emotional, but I have so many memories attached to listening to his music with my closest friends. How many times have Hannah, Sarah, and I bellowed along with Romanza, even though we don’t understand any of the words? We would just make them up as we went along.

Speaking of homesickness, I still haven’t had a serious spell of it. Some people predicted that I would have a hard time with, because I’m such a homebody, but seriously? I lived 10 hrs from my family for five years! Sure, I could spend a half day driving home, whenever I felt like it, but I think those people guessed wrong. It helps, my brain being confused by all the wrong seasons and stuff. I keep forgetting it’s October, and close to November. Summer is about to start here, and for me, Christmas can’t be coming if it isn’t fall, you know. I think the mental confusion helps, make me think I haven’t been here very long… and then the next day, I think I’ve been here forever.

The only difference, being Down Under, is I can’t “run away” home for the weekend, if I feel like it. If I have a moment when I need to SEE my family, then I arrange a video Skype date. But for the most part, phone calls (from my laptop to my parents’ phone), e-mails, and Facebook have sufficed. Spring (in the U.S.) will be here before I know it.

Excuse the rambling. It’s all I’ve got, at present, but at least I’m good at it.  : )

Waiting for Spring (at Home)

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