I’ve never lived in Minneapolis without Netflix.
Going on four years, we’re halfway to common law.
A week ago, I broke it off.
I’m known for taking too many books with me.
Home for the weekend? At least five.
Spring break on an island? No less than fourteen.
75% of the contents of my storage shed: boxes of books.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t haul every last one of them
into my new apartment.
I made a one bookcase rule.
I was unwinding to romantic Israeli dramas.
Cop shows had become my goodnight stories.
Can you blame me?
Sam does tell a great tale.
My Netflix habit had gone beyond reasonable, friends.
a drop in temperature equates into
a rise in hibernation.
At the dawn of every winter,
my dad reminds me of the gift it can be.
Long, cold nights slow us down
and allow us to catch up on all the things
we put aside during the summer months.
(i.e. the books on my bookshelf)
Wanting to be intentional about the months ahead,
I cancelled my account.
Perfect timing, you may say
because three weeks ago,
I was made into Chelsea Clinton’s twin.
If only reporting for NBC came along with it!
My balance has never been outstanding,
so it makes for a lot of sittin time.
I spent the week with these folks.
(and a couple e-books)
I dipped into some and finished others.
Some I re-read for the eight time,
others were brand new.
I sat in Jerusalem and watched Shoah survivors testify
at the Eichmann trial.
I panted from running alongside a young boy
as he escaped the Interhamwe in Rwanda.
I fidgeted with Elizabeth Elliot
as she waited for Jim’s letters.
I shoveled snow with @MayorEmanuel
(and laughed so hard, I nearly got ousted from Walter.)
I lounged in Westpoint’s library with Grant,
reading all the magnificent books that we’re required coursework.
I became privy to the chambers
of the Supreme Court of the United States.
Pretty impressive adventures for a lady with a bum foot, eh?
So, I may not know what happened on Grey’s
and I may not understand your popular movie references,
but I can tell you a great tale or two if you’ve got a second to listen.
And, let’s remember what Amy taught us…
It’s always cool to be the smart girl at the party.
What are you reading?
What’s waiting on your bookshelf?
What’s your most dog-eared, tattered favorite?
What book is hiding between your covers at the moment?
I’m going to curl up in my chair
with a cup of tea,
the blanket my dear grandmother knitted me,
a fresh new Global War on Terror memoir,
and welcome the long winter nights.