It's the end of the school year -- exam week. Student appointments have dropped way off, although the level of anxiety in any particular appointment is much, much higher. I have room to think about the year, how I do what I do and how I might be able to do it better next year.
NBT and I had a friend date with a couple we don't know very well but we think might be promising pals. It was so great that since then I've been feeling a little insecure. Their life sparkles with creativity, art, projects, plans. It left me a little less satisfied with our own life.
All I can really report that I've been doing faithfully is reading. Thanks to my new index card system I don't have to rely on my memory to tell you what I've been reading. It's a strange list, with chick lit books cheek by jowl with classics and dry nonfiction titles, but that's that. Below is the list of books I've read in 2010, with any remarks I jotted down on the card. Not listed in chronological order -- I haven't been dating the cards (should I?), just shoving them willy-nilly into the box. I'm torn between the desire to explain away some of the trashier books and just shrugging and saying, yep, I like trash. I think that's the right choice. I like trash.