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SUCH a relaxing night...
May. 21st, 2004 09:37 amI came home last night and forced myself to relax. I really have a difficult time relaxing--I think that's one reason I like to drink and get massages, because they force your body to slow down. I'm such an A-type personality, I have a hard time slowing down naturally--I always crave stimulation. Even at church or when I'm getting a massage, I'm thinking of ten different things.
So. Last night, came home around 8:30. Did NOT turn on the TV. Made myself sit and finish one of the books I got from the library, Not Much Just Chillin. I sprawled on the big rug, and up in my loft (Tatia, of course, insisted on sprawling fatly on me, in turn). I just lay there and read. Eventually I left to get a quick massage--there's a new Qi Gong place on 9th Ave., a little more expensive than the other places in the neighborhood, but they're open until 11:00. Came back and read some more.
I need to watch less TV. I watch some great stuff (I have two hours' worth of Colonial House on tape, plus A Wrinkle in Time which I'd like to rewatch) but I also watch a lot of crap. I need less stimulation, less background noise.
I want to get cracking on The Illiad. There's so much great stuff out there that I haven't read--a lot of the ancient classics (I'd like to read some Sappho, and some more of the ancient playwrights like Aristophanes), all of F. Scott Fitzgerald, the Lord of the Ring books. Tons and tons of great stuff. There's a classic episode of The Twilight Zone called "Time Enough at Last" about a librarian who is the sole survivor of a nuclear war and is happy because now he can finally read everything he ever wanted to. Naturally he breaks his glasses.
So. Last night, came home around 8:30. Did NOT turn on the TV. Made myself sit and finish one of the books I got from the library, Not Much Just Chillin. I sprawled on the big rug, and up in my loft (Tatia, of course, insisted on sprawling fatly on me, in turn). I just lay there and read. Eventually I left to get a quick massage--there's a new Qi Gong place on 9th Ave., a little more expensive than the other places in the neighborhood, but they're open until 11:00. Came back and read some more.
I need to watch less TV. I watch some great stuff (I have two hours' worth of Colonial House on tape, plus A Wrinkle in Time which I'd like to rewatch) but I also watch a lot of crap. I need less stimulation, less background noise.
I want to get cracking on The Illiad. There's so much great stuff out there that I haven't read--a lot of the ancient classics (I'd like to read some Sappho, and some more of the ancient playwrights like Aristophanes), all of F. Scott Fitzgerald, the Lord of the Ring books. Tons and tons of great stuff. There's a classic episode of The Twilight Zone called "Time Enough at Last" about a librarian who is the sole survivor of a nuclear war and is happy because now he can finally read everything he ever wanted to. Naturally he breaks his glasses.
