Rage

I read a Cathy Kelly book once. My sister flys a lot and tends to pick some easy reads. She left a pile of books at my place. I am game for just about anything. I have read, and enjoyed, almost every genre, so why not this new phenomena of chick lit.

I was drawn to the main character, unhappy working full time. She wants to be at home with her young family. Me! Me! My unhappiness too.

Turned out her husband earned plenty of money and she had a marketable skill that could make her money from home. All she needed to do was decide to do it.

It was so easy for her to change her life I wanted to set fire to the book there and then.

Oh course, I finished it. I’m like that. Finish what I start, never late, be prepared.

At some point in the last chapter the main character’s name changed. Let’s say her name was Katherine, by the last chapter she was suddenly Kathleen. Was the character's journey so meaningless her name became meaningless to?

Where is that book? I wonder do I still have it somewhere. It might be cathartic to rip it apart today.

India, the fluffy white dog...

I have been telling my dog that some days are just harder than others.

Most days are tiring, a little mundane with some highlights.

Some days are just a bit harder than others.

But without those days we wouldn’t appreciate the good days.

I think she understands.

I surprise myself

I sprinted the other day.

Usually when my personal trainer says – SPRINT – I think, oh yeah right and jog.
But this day I actually sprinted.
It was surprising. Mind you, I wasn’t fast. I have come last in every race I have ever run. In fact, the last race I ran, the last time I sprinted was in 1984.
Yes, surprising.