Things and such...

So I decided that one goal was enough for June. Taming the tongue...yeah that was plenty to keep busy with. I suppose that I should read the July chapter this week while I have the chance. Most of us are down with a nasty cold this week, so our summer plans have come to a temporary stand-still. I wish it wasn't so, but I am MISERABLE. ...not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. I am not handling the "cooped up with four sick kids while sick myself" thing. At least I can actually think today, so I am going to make an effort to "pull up" and get myself out of this funk.
I started reading Cross Creek by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings last night. It's one of those things I've been meaning to do for a long time now. My mom gave it to me after telling me that she lent it to my sister but "she didn't actually read it". I must not let her down. I have some time since I'm not reading War and Peace for book-club; so, like I said, I finally took the plunge.

It's really beautiful.
Listen to this:
"There is of course an affinity between people and places." And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of waters called He Seas; and God saw that it was good." This was before man, and if there be such a thing as racial memory, the consciousness of land and water must lie deeper in the core of us than any knowledge of our fellow beings. We were bred of earth before we were born of our mothers. Once born, we can live without mother or father, or any other kin, or any friend, or any human love. We cannot live without the earth or apart from it, and something is shrivelled in a man's heart when he turns away from it and concerns himself only with the affairs of men."
I'm afraid it might take me a while. It's not a particularly fast read. But I am looking forward to it.

I just finished A Girl Made of Dust by Nathalie Abi-Ezzi. Loved that one. Go read it!!!! And then tell me that you read it and we can have a lovely chat about it:)
From the book- jacket: "Set in a Christian village in Lebanon during the 1982 Israeli invasion and narrated with candid intensity by a bright-eyed eight-year-old girl, A Girl Made of Dust explores one family's private battle to survive in the midst of civil war."

In other news, flower making has screeched to a halt since summer began. I miss it. Not just flower making, but being creative in general. I feel as if part of me is wilting... But the time just doesn't seem to be there to do all I need and want to do. Oh well, life is cyclical. I know that I will get back to it.
I suppose I should end this for now. Not that I plan to get up and do much of anything, but the more I write the more rambly this will become. I am fading fast.
Good day friends, and may the cold germs stay far away from you and yours.