What’s On My Bedside Table?
First, lying. Now, thievery. I’ll explain.
I laughed when I read these lines from San Diego Momma this week, and decided to borrow them for my post:
Well hello there. Where have you been? Especially since I’ve BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME!
That kind of counts as both lying and theft, since I have not been here at all. (Which is what makes it so funny. Here ends today’s lesson in funny.) I haven’t been here because, you know, summer. That’s all the explanation you get, though. Not that you don’t deserve more, but rather there really isn’t more. Summer, kids, pool, beach, short road trips, the end.
I’m done linking for today. Promise. But if you have some free time, all of those links are worth checking out. Would I steer you wrong? Maybe. You’ll just have to trust me.
Now, on to my stolen post idea.
This seemed like a great way to ease back into things here on Wonder, Friend. I think we all have some voyeur in us. Admit it, you’ve peeked into drawers and cabinets that didn’t belong to you (a quick side note to Aunt Gladys: I am appalled. Appalled.).
I’m nosy, but I also work hard to be appropriate and respectful, as dull as that can be. Imagine my thrill at getting to see other people’s nightstands without having to explain what I’m doing in their bedrooms. Uh, I lost an earring… I think my cat ran in here… Have you seen my three year old?
So here’s my bedside table.
What I’m reading right now: several David Mamet plays; Rules of Civility by Amor Towles; A Year of Writing Dangerously by Barbara Abercrombie; and on the iPad that’s buried somewhere in that stack I have The Uninvited Guests by Sadie Jones; This Little Piggy Went to the Liquor Store by AK Turner; Erma Bombeck’s At Wit’s End; Parenting the Strong Willed Child; and Paris Without End by Giola Diliberto.
I never realized it before, but I may have ADD. This is how I always read: 70 (give or take) titles at once, in various stages of completion. It might be time to focus on focusing.
Also on that table:
* a Bible and a devotional book. After many months of giving God the metaphorical finger, I’m trying to find my way back to a faith that has always sustained me.
* My glasses. After many months of denying that old age is wreaking havoc on my eyesight, I’m trying accept that I need those glasses to read.
* A journal and a pen that appears to have been stolen from a Hilton (more theft). After many years of being a failed journal-er, I’m trying.
* A random pile of things sent to me by Runner’s World magazine. After many years of not running, I’m trying again. That training log is mocking me. Stop it, training log.
* A cup of coffee. After many years of parenting, I need that coffee.
* Clock, baby monitor, photos.
So I took that picture and thought, Dear Lord, what a mess. I cleaned up a bit and now it looks like this:
So what did I do with everything? I threw it all in my Bedside Table Overflow Basket, where it’s possible I’ll forget about it until I decide it’s time to clean out all the overflow baskets around my house.
:: (Obvious question alert.) What’s on your bedside table?
:: How many books do you read at a time?