My husband and I have a somewhat traditional relationship. When it comes to the farm work, he does most of the outdoor stuff, and when it comes to matters in the house, I do the cooking, the cleaning (although sporadically), the laundry. We have different ways of dealing with stress, or difficulties in life. Sometimes reading is my escape, my mental rest for a time until I can face the day again. And sometimes just a glance into a book will hook me with no aforethought, and I will be entranced for a while...
Yes, yes, there will be cake that I will make.
Yes, yes, there will be cake that I will make.
But now there is book and I must look
Into what's in it, just for a minute
Or maybe an hour, a day, a year,
Forget for a while what's now and here.
Yes, yes, I will clean, fill the washing machine,
But think of the words skimming like birds
And taking me far from where we are
To wonderful, frightening or spellbinding places
New worlds and old stories and familiar faces.
There will be food put on table again,
But I'm reading now and can't promise when.
Now there's a familiar scenario. :-) Many a late meal because of a book.....
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for understanding husbands! Sometimes I cook a large batch of something to save myself the work for a while, but then we do have to eat "something" for a number of days.
ReplyDeleteI do that too, sometimes having a big cooking day, but freeze each in portions so that there's some variety. It's what I did to ensure we ate properly after my operation. :-)
DeleteAh, an organized mind... something I admire from afar :)
DeleteIt's either that or my husband's ideas of what constitutes a balanced meal. :-)
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