Still reading 'The Other Language' by Francesca Marciano. Some of the stories are sweet, most are tragic and leave you with a sense of 'other' but 'why' at the same time... I'm not sure why I'm still pushing on through it, because it is very different probably, and the whole reason of the book is to show how all of these people change - some slowly, some drastically (and not all for the better) when they encounter a new language that separates them from something, then joins them to something, and then many of them (but not all) play a balancing game between wins and loss, change and stability, progress and regression. I've got at least four other library books that are waiting on the queue on my Kindle..
I'm waiting on a book - Paul Auster's 'In the Country of Last Things' to come in the mail. And a CD (used buy), Seven Nations... something I used to listen on Spotify discover back when that was free. Both of these I bought with my survey-taking rewards... hoping I like the other songs on the CD... 'Under the Milky Way' is the one that earwormed back into my brain while I was working freight the other day - an echo from years ago.. a little piece on repeat - not even full lyrics, just the 'shape' of the sounds, then trying to catch that bit and 'taste' what song that was from, turning it over in my mind like pieces of a tangible wooden puzzle.. then suddenly remembering it and really wanting to turn up the volume and hear the whole thing again enveloping my eyes and skin until it reminds me why it has become a part of me.
I have an hour before I need to put Esme to bed.. I've started her on the early routine again. She doesn't like it, but she isn't digging her heels in and making a terrible face as much as she did the first night. And I'm getting her up twice during the night. I think there is some anxiety about back to school happening.
I didn't work much on the new painting - we did grocery shopping tonight and I didn't want to get into it when I had so much to read and I knew one dip of mixing one color to fill in one space would probably be two hours. I'm tired enough to nap now, but staying up an hour until it is 9:30. Maybe I could do a sketch... colored pencils aren't half as addictive as paint that is one more dab before it dries, one more drop before that color is gone, one more dab, etc etc.. in repetition.