Oh, Sunday, here you are again. While I’m happy to be here at my computer, drinking tea and eating cherries (well worth the $9 I spent on them at the grocery store yesterday), I’d rather be where I was last Sunday about this time — sitting on a beach chair with a book and a view of the lake.
I spent last weekend at my family’s cabin for the fourth of July, and it was awesome. I finished three books over the four-day trip, went swimming, ate delicious food, and got to spend an entire afternoon cruising around the lake on a boat, alcoholic beverage in hand.
The only downside of last week was that I spent most of the vacation with my arm in a splint… boo. A couple days before we left for the lake, I did a new exercise class at the gym I joined. The next day my entire body was super sore, but I didn’t think much of it. But on the drive up to the cabin on Friday, I noticed that my left arm looked a little swollen. When we got to the cabin, my mom took a look at it and said something might be wrong. We put ice on it and I took some ibuprofen, but the next day the swelling was worse. My mom drove me into a little medical clinic close to the cabin where they looked at it, took some x-rays, and told me that I had a possible stress fracture in my forearm. Yikes!
Because they weren’t sure — there wasn’t a radiologist working over the weekend to read the x-ray — they fitted me up with a couple ace bandages and a pretty giant splint and sent me on my way. Luckily, I could take it off to do some fun things like go swimming, but the diagnosis put a cramp in my plans for tubing and wake-boarding and other water sports.
I had to wear the splint until Wednesday when I finally got a call back from the clinic saying that it wasn’t actually a stress fracture — thank goodness! — but that I did need to be careful because of the tissue damage the doctor saw. That was a huge relief; typing one-handed at work and and home for the early part of the week was truly frustrating. But, all’s well that ends well, I suppose. No stress fracture, and I’m back in action.
But even with the split, I still had a great vacation and got a ton of reading in. I didn’t realize how much I needed to just spend some time in books, ignoring all the things and people around me as a way to just settle for a little bit. I had a couple friends and my boyfriend with, but I’m afraid I was a terrible hostess because I spent so much time reading. While up there I finished:
- Up for Renewal by Cathy Alter, a “year in the life” memoir about a woman who spends 365 days following all the advice she reads in women’s magazines. While I normally love stunt memoirs, this one felt really shallow and I didn’t like the narrator very much at all, which was a bummer.
- The Girls of Murder City by Douglas Perry, which is a nonfiction account of the women that inspired the play and musical Chicago. This one was straight-up awesome — well-researched, really fabulously drawn characters, and a cool way to revisit what life was like in Chicago during this time.
- The Help by Kathryn Stockett, which just about everyone has already read. My sister and I are reviewing this together for our sisters book club — I think we’re doing a vlog when she comes to visit next weekend — but in short, it was awesome. This book deserves all the hype it’s gotten.
Since I’ve been home, I only finished one book, Paul Farmer’s Haiti: After the Earthquake, which I also enjoyed a lot. The book is a collection of first-person accounts of what life was like for doctors, administrators, and some Haitian citizens in the year after a 7.0 magnitude quake hit near the country’s capitol. I’m reviewing it for our local newspaper, so I’ll put up a link once the review goes online.
Today I’m planning to keep reading Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality by Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jetha, which, so far, is pretty great. The authors have a fabulous sense of humor, so they’re able to make potentially dry topics like evolutionary theory quite memorable. I mean, who doesn’t want to read a book that notes,
A fig leaf can hide many things, but a human erection isn’t one of them.
How funny is that (and bring on the spam comments!)? Anyway, this is getting pretty darn long, and I should, you know, get things done this morning. Happy Sunday!
What are you reading today?
P.S. I almost forgot: Friday was my birthday! I turned 25, which is awesome but also seems weird. I had a great birthday though — afternoon margaritas with some friends and co-workers, then dinner (bacon mac and cheese pizza, yum!) and dessert with some others. It was exactly what I wanted 🙂