A Room of One’s Own

A long winter it was here in Indiana. A very long winter but now it is May. My peonies are blooming and I am on break until June 5th. The spring semester ended last Tuesday, and I spent the following days decompressing and organizing. Today, I took an hour and cleaned off my desk and made my workspace workable (it looked liked a paper factory threw up in here before) and then I decided I wanted to blog. And read. And write.

I wanted to.

As is evidenced by my blog, a hefty stack of New Yorkers, a long que on my Kindle Fire and my empty writing journals, I have not wanted to do any of these things since about February. For shame, but there’s not point in dwelling on the past.


After I spent some time cleaning up my little office area, I went outside, cut some peonies, returned to my office and read the first two chapters of A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf. I’ve read this book before, but it’s been awhile and I picked up a used copy at a yard sale last year, so I figured I’d dive right in. I like Woolf. I like her wit and her honesty. Brutal honesty. I like how she remarks, after being snubbed by two different men while visiting Oxbridge:

It is a curious fact that novelists have a way of making us believe that luncheon parties are invariably memorable for something very witty that was said. or something very wise that was done. But they seldom spare a word for what was eaten. 

I also love her beautifully descriptive images:

It was the time between the lights when colours undergo their intensification and purples and golds burn in windowpanes like the beat of an excitable heart. 

But most of all I admire her for passages like this:

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of a man at twice its natural size. Without that power probably the earth would still be swamp and jungle. 

So here’s to a summer of reading, gardens, yoga, fresh food and words.

My own little room. 


Our cat, Nimbus. 

This past Monday we had to put our cat, Nimbus, to sleep. It was difficult decision and devastating for me and my husband. Nimbus was his childhood cat and came to live with us in Indy several years ago. The loss of a pet is always difficult and this week the absence of our kitty is deeply felt. I  look for him on the back of the couch. I cried when I took a shower the other morning because I remembered how he used to come drink out of the faucet. I cried when we put away his food dish. Last night, while putting on my coat to go out to my car, I picked some white cat hair off my shoulder. Again, I cried.

I’ve had pets since I was a child. Horses, cats, dogs & bunnies. They all passed away at some point and it was always a process getting over them. They become a large part of our lives and we love them fiercely.

I hope Nimbus knows he was loved. That he is loved. Always.

I love this picture because it sums up countless weekends at our house. Note all three sleeping animals.    

Happy kitty.

Making A Comeback: The Bath

Last Friday it occurred to me that we have lived in our house for three years and I have never taken a bath in our bathtub. In fact, once I started thinking about it, I realized that I had not taken a bath since my wedding when we were lucky enough to have the honeymoon suite which included a whirpool tub.

I like baths. I used to take them a lot more often, but I think I can pinpoint the moment I stopped making them a regular part of my routine: when I moved out of my parents house. I mean honestly, who takes baths in college? There were no tubs in the dorms and the tub in our rented house senior year just didn’t seem clean enough. Then I moved to grad school and had a nice apartment with a nice big tub, but still no baths. No baths while living with the four boys (four boys is explanation enough) and our first apartment in Indy had a teeny tiny tub. Now we’re in our house with a decent sized bathroom and tub and I decided the time had come to take that bath.

Things you need for a successful bath:

1. Hot water
2. Bath salts, bubble bath or body wash
3. Magazines
4. Wine
5. Candles

Wine & candles.


Friday night (I know, my life is wild and crazy) I had all these items and more importantly, I had the time, so off I went to draw a bath. It was nice. I think I’ll be taking a lot more.