I have found it difficult this month to write a blog! I had loads of random thoughts (Mish-Mash) about various activities I have done in the past month and cannot focus enough on any of them to develop them fully. I hope you will relate to this and enjoy what I have produced! I understand authors often face similar problems, I am not an author!
I have enjoyed fun and interesting times recently – went to London to the latest David Hockney exhibition at Tate Britain with a good friend; had a day walking in Dartmoor National Park with my husband Peter; visited the Bruegel exhibition in Bath at my favourite museum The Holburne; The Georgian House in Bristol was a glimpse into an elegant past; shared several birthday celebration lunches with various groups of friends; watched my youngest granddaughter Alice perform a solo in a Showcase with her Stage School; experienced caring kindness when a another friend (an excellent chef) realised I wasn’t doing as well as I kept insisting so baked me a delicious lemon drizzle cake; BUT mainly realised again how lucky I am to have wonderful people in my life!
Amidst this activity I have had a few health challenges which I try to handle and take the advice to “slow down”! Not easy!! I have used this as an excuse to allow myself to read copiously and try not to feel guilty and self-indulgent. Several historical novels have been distracting, S J Parris is an author recently recommended by a friend – Sacrilege and Treachery are two novels I enjoyed set in Elizabethan Times.
The book that really caught my imagination is Rare Objects by Kathleen Tessaro. The setting is Boston during Prohibition The Great Depression, the main character Maeve bluffs her way into a job in an Antique Shop which helps her to transform her life. Maeve has had a tough time in Jazz Age New York and has returned home to try to stabilise herself and move on. Through various unexpected meetings Maeve becomes embroiled with members of a wealthy, dysfunctional family. The main theme of the book – nothing is what it seems, not in a supernatural sense, but in the roles people play, how they project their personas and the process of recovery. I really enjoyed escaping into a fascinating world. Boston is a city I love and have spent some wonderful times in so my memories may have coloured my response.
I finish with this post from a friend on facebook. It struck a chord with me as things sometimes do. Thank you all for your support and interesting blogs, it is amazing that we all carry on our varied daily lives which we share via the wonders of the internet!