Today was a day when I had time to relax and finish things and most of all, to gulp down a book in its entirety, to move into its world and breathe its air, and climb completely inside the skin and minds of fully-formed characters who did real and unpredictable things, and a story that brought everything to a conclusion so satisfying that when I was finished reading, I just held the book and sat there for a time, slowing coming back to myself. gods in Alabama by Joshilyn Jackson is the real deal. Joshilyn is the real deal, too.
Anders and Martin left this morning for an overnight Scout camping trip, so Karin and I had the day to ourselves. We took it slowly and peacefully and happily. She got to play with a friend and then went on a shopping mission with me where the specific items on the list (2 weddings gifts, a black shirt for the concert next week) were found with no problem. The whole time we were at the mall, Karin held my hand and trotted alongside me, taking her participation in the shopping hunt very seriously. She chattered along about the things she was seeing and thinking, and the feel of her hand in mine was wonderful. I know that all too soon my children won't hold my hand so unconsciously. They won't reach for it without thinking, especially not in public. Martin, at nearly 8, is already starting the move away, into his own dignity and self-consciousness. Karin still bounces into my lap, relaxing bonelessly and letting me lightly run my fingers up and down her arms and through her hair. I'll miss that so very much someday.
Then we came home and I cleaned house, with her help. She quite happily and thoroughly wiped down doors with a damp cloth and then spot-mopped, while I was scrubbing the bathtub and windexing all the mirrored surfaces inside the house. We vacuumed and emptied the garbage and I did 3 loads of laundry, and then, while she watched documentaries on Animal Planet about sharks and ghost bears, I whipped through several web page updates and finalized the AWC directory to nearly the point of being ready for printing. After she was in bed, I sat down and whipped through gods and while I wasn't going to bother posting anything tonight, because I had figured cleaning my house was not really the stuff of scintillating journal entries, I simply had to recommend this book.
Mom and Judy must have found an internet café somewhere because I received an email saying they should be fetching up in Lund tomorrow around lunchtime or early afternoon. :) This means no book group for me this month, but that's okay since having my mom here more than makes up for it.