I have the day off today and it suddenly occurred to me that I should have a day off every Confession Tuesday. I actually have it off because it's Harry S Truman's birthday. I know that some of you may find that odd, but around here the nation's 33rd President is a pretty big deal. And who am I to question a paid holiday. It could be celebrate dirt clod day and I confess it would be happy to have it off.
I confess that this past week we've had too much rain for my liking. I can hear the green stuff growing again and that means I need to mow the lawn. [sigh]
This past week I've been moving lots of things around including adding the book case above to our bedroom. I confess that I have a habit of many books scattered all about the house. I have book cases in my office but I will still carry books out
Another benefit of the new book case and cleaning in my office I have managed to locate what I believe to be nearly all of my personal journals. I confess that these did not have a specific home and now about 20 of them occupy one shelf dedicated just to them. I confess this has inspired me to plan to recycle through these some 4,000 plus pages looking for gems that I can go back and inspire me to take them steps beyond where I left off.
Reading in Remembering Randall - a memoir of Randall Jarrell written by his wife Mary von Schrader Jarrell, she discusses Randall's work on Translations as something he turned allowing him to use his writing energies even when he felt poemless himself. She talks about him at times wondering if he had already written his last book. I confess that reading this was encouraging to me in that I realize someone the callabur of Randall Jarrell also had doubts and dry periods.
I confess that I'm looking forward to a summer free of dry writing periods. Hey, I can hope!