I’m counting down the days until Friday.
I can’t wait to get my bandages off and be able to take real showers.
(Although, my “fake” showers are getting realer, and realer, as I get sloppier, and sloppier, about keeping my sling dry.)
On Thursday, I’m getting my hair cut and styled.
I think it will make me feel MUCH more human.
Little things make a big difference in how a person feels while recuperating from surgery.
I also have some family members arriving beginning Thursday evening which will be a nice distraction.
In the meantime, I’m finding ways to kill time.
Nike and I went for a two mile walk on Monday.
It was nice to have a chance to visit with her.
I was proud of my two mile walk … considering I was only six days post-surgery.
I read two books by Susan Branch yesterday.
A Fine Romance is about the author’s two month journey exploring, and falling in love with, the English countryside.
I bought it in hardcover because Susan Branch is a watercolor painter and I wanted to see (and be able to refer back to) her illustrations.
I learn by looking.
I was pleasantly surprised to be so charmed by the story itself …
The book is, really, “just” Susan’s (entertaining) journal entries about her trip.
It brought back long-ago memories of England, and made me want to hop on a plane to revisit.
It also made me a little curious about the author which is why I ended up purchasing The Fairy Tale Girl.
The Fairy Tale Girl is the first book, in a two-book memoir, about Susan Branch’s life.
Her story captured my interest, I suppose because it parallels parts of my life.
She was born in the L.A. area, and then headed north to live on the Central Coast.
(Reseda to San Luis Obispo for her … La Crescenta to Santa Barbara for me.)
She’s older than I am, and experienced a lot of the turmoil of the ’60’s and ’70’s.
We both fell in love with men incapable of being faithful during our twenties.
(I think this probably happened to a lot of women in the “free love” decades of the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s …. until the world learned about HIV and AIDS.)
In Susan Branch’s case, falling in love lead to marriage with a prominent man (Cliff Branch) in the town of San Louis Obispo.
Her books are quick, easy, reads.
I think they’re worth getting in hardback vs. Kindle/ereader format …
The illustrations are beautiful on paper, there are recipes scattered throughout the books you might want to refer back to, etc., etc.
I’ve already pre-ordered her soon-to-be-out book/sequel/second half of her memoir, Martha’s Vineyard, Isle of Dreams.
In the meantime, I seem to be obsessed with teapots.
I already drink tea (jasmine, green, iced) 24/7.
But, my teapot obsession began in New Zealand, which is very British.
Tea, and “having afternoon tea” is a big deal there.
Then I went to Oregon where I perused my mom’s antique teapot collection.
Next, I read Susan Branch’s books … she’s a dedicated Anglophile.
Lastly, I ordered a really pretty teapot which will hopefully arrive sometime soon.
Well, I did say I was killing time, right?
I already picture the teapot filled with flowers, acting as a vase, when it’s not being used for tea.