Maybe I'm 'involved' in too many things ... is the thought that occurs to me as I try to organise my desk as a viable working space after Italy, on this much-cooler Sunday morning in Belgium.
I'm trying to organise all ... there are the things I want to blog about from Genova, the photography workshop material I'm printing and organising, the Inspiration workbook material I'm preparing for the 5-day workshop in Italy, and the book on Genova I'm putting together ... and then there's everything else that interests me too. Reminders, notes, the appointments book, and and and.
To my left my bookshelves are overflowing with books read and unread but I love that state of being. No pressure, just pure anticipation. There was the secondhand beauty I found just before flying - Pablo Neruda, Memoirs. And I'm still meandering through Eduardo Galeano's Children of the Days.
Both books were too heavy to take with my camera gear and laptop as hand luggage, as I acknowledged that sad lack of escalators in Italian railway stations. A lack that has twice made me consider abandoning my luggage there at the bottom of the stairs as I looked up.
Yesterday, pre-massive night-time thunderstorm, I lay on the bed for a while and zipped through the delightful story of a wandering cat and its owners efforts to track it - titled Lost Cat. Pure lazy luxury.
And I'm still dipping in and out of Paul Kelly's 100 chapter biography (although not the version I've linked to. No cds included in my copy and, sadly, too heavy to contemplate carrying to Genova), and the Letters of Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West because they're the kind of books that invite dipping. I discovered 'Portuguese Irregular Verbs' at my .75 cent secondhand book supplier (so many good books found at this price) and it's waiting there in the queue. And finally I am reading 'TinkerBell, in the Realm of the Never Fairies with Miss 9. It's an excuse for us to hang-out up here, in the cool of the evening, reading and chatting. We're looking for the next big series read but will put that decision off a little longer.
I'll leave you with a story-scene from medieval Genova.