It is a day off from work. Earlier in the week, I had projects that took me out and had me up and about the house. I ran errands this morning, but since returning home, have mostly indulged in reading. One of my errands was to the library, where I picked up several books. I read a lot of mysteries, and prefer to read the series ones in order. So, I am going back and forth between libraries (I could order them to my closest library, but do not mind the trips to other places) to where the next book is.
I have a list I keep with me, regularly updated, that includes the various series I read, and what book comes up next. Sometimes, I have to order the books from inter-library loan, but that is okay. While I am waiting there is plenty else to read.
I also belong to two book clubs: a mystery book club and a general club, for seniors. The general club forces me to read books I would otherwise not read, and even the mystery book club introduces me to authors I have not read before, and might not have tried.
So, today, after running errands, I am home. I usually have the TV on, or music going. But sometimes, I like the silence. Today, I am enjoying the silence. Sort of. There is some neighborhood noise and a lot of wind noise. The dust is blowing, so the winds must be close to, if not gusting at, 40 mph mark as predicted, and I can hear the sounds of the wind.
I am reminded of the silence in the home in which I grew up. After my father died, and I would go home to visit my mother, the house was silent a lot, especially in the afternoon. My mother would knit or doze, and I would often go out for a walk or to do something. But being in the house, the silence was good, comforting. That is the silence I have this afternoon.
My cats have stirred a little now and again this afternoon, but I think they like the silence, too. Soon, I will turn on the TV for my regular fare of mystery shows. But, now, I can enjoy the silence.
Labels: cats, reading, silence, wind