Friday, February 19, 2010

Friday afternoon

From a couple of sources (one being the book I bought yesterday), I've heard recommendations for Dorothy Canfield's book called 'The Home-maker'. Found it on Google books, but not sure if it's the entire book. Almost seems like it'd have to be complete considering that over 300 pages are loaded there. Anyway, not sure if I can read it because it brings home too sharply the angst of homemaking, or as I call it, homemaking on the dark side (begin haunting music). Like this quote of the main character talking to her friend on the telephone, the dots representing the friend's words:

"How can I go out and rest more? You know what there is to do. Somebody's got to do it."
. . . . .

"Yes, I know that's what the doctor keeps telling me. I'd just like to have him spend a day in my place and see how he thinks I could manage. Nobody understands. People talk as though I work the way I do just to amuse myself. What else can I do? It's all got to be done, hasn't it?"


I didn't get much further, but that sort of set the pace of the book for me. Supposedly it's highly recommended. Hmmm. Will have to think about it. It's not in the library here, and I'm not of a mind to order it online. Will read it in fits and starts at the link, mostly likely. The thing is, some days I just feel zingy and this is one of them. Not sure what sets it off, but there you have it.

Really, I should read books that lift me up rather than drag me down. Sort of how a woman with marriage troubles should avoid talking to girlfriends with similar complaints. Exaggeration is more than likely to rear its head.

Need to turn off my frets and chill. Think I'll go re-arrange the living room. That always works to cheer me.