Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Short posts due to incapacitation
I'm going on day four of a pulled muscle on the right side of my upper back. Hence short blog posts because it hurts to click a mouse. It also hurts to paint - I'm right-handed and lifting up my right arm is less than pleasant at the moment. This has never happened to me before and I'm somewhat at a loss. So last night, feeling incapacitated and decidedly grumpy, I took home a copy of George Orwell's Down and Out in Paris and London, a book I've long wanted to read, thinking it would allow me to further wallow in self-pity. But I couldn't take it - the bedbugs, poverty, violence, drunkards - page after page. And normally I love reading about destitute vagabonds. I put it down and picked up James Lees-Milne's little Oxford anthology The Country House instead. I've finally been doing some culling in my book room at home, and came across it this weekend. I'd forgotten I owned it. Wonderful little book. Happy escapism won out over self-pity. More soon.
I'm sorry to hear about your back muscle. I hope it doesn't hurt to hold a book! At least the injury didn't occur during your painting vacation.
My dad used to have back trouble so I have a good idea of what you're going thru. Feel better and skip the Orwell until you can sit up straight:)
Tried more Orwell last night, good god it was depressing. I switched to Mary Oliver's new book "Thirst" which is also sad, but in an elegiac way, rather than flat despair. Feeling 50% better today, and am missing the easel, thanks guys...Post a Comment