Name that mood.
title unknown, circa 2020
street mural in Torremolinos, Spain
©Nesui, urban artist based in Malaga, Spain (on Instagram, he’s nesui.src if you want to see more of his work)
I’m not yet finished with this book, but it’s a much faster read than I’d expected it to be (at 750ish pages). Set in 1969, published in 1971, it captures the mood of a time and generation (or three generations). Based around six characters from around the world, one narrator, and a very large supporting cast, and in that way, there are similarities to the Neverending Saga, though the writing styles are quite different. I feel like I’ve traveled–am still traveling–all over the world (including the Spanish coastal town of Torremolinos, where this art can be found).
I can imagine my character reading it when she was twenty-one, her age at that time roughly corresponding to the six main characters (which is why I decided to read it). She would be reading with very wide eyes.
It’ll have such a tiny mention in her story, but these are the paths I like to take in understanding who I’m writing.
So far this week, I’ve watched this DVD I bought sometime last year, the reboot of Sex and The City, ten episodes total. The second season of this starts streaming tomorrow, I think, though I don’t have whatever it streams on, as far as I know. I’d rather wait until the next DVD drops. Waiting between episodes of something usually means I forget about it.
Also on Sunday, I colored a page in my coloring journal. Below is the coloring page, and a quote from the facing page. My eye surgery was scheduled for today, and I wanted a distraction and a way to think positively (after all, note the name of the journal, gift of Lynne), and to make note of my anticipation of surgery.
I mentioned that I’ll be sending my parents’ grandchildren some of my mother’s Christmas decorations. I haven’t done the Christmas bin reorganizing yet, but I’ve made a few tentative steps toward other things I plan to send them. I’d wanted to find photos that would go along with those things, which was a good opportunity to grab an activity from the Tiny Pleasures book.
After going through Mother’s photo albums, then the two boxes of her loose photos that are nicely divided, I sort of found what I was looking for. Or at least something I can make work. Ironically, everything I found was in my own photo albums from when the grandkids were all pre-teens. I should have had faith in myself and my camera obsession and checked my archives first.
I realized at some point that I didn’t read any books during April. Not sure how that happened, unless it’s from keeping my eyes from getting fatigued. Did receive a book for my birthday, and it’s next on the list. This also arrived yesterday, so I’ve indulged myself in reading a few of the poems I loved as a high school senior. I volunteered to give Debby a refresher course, but she declined. She said she’s engrossed by a series about shape shifters.
