Commuting to Seattle by bus five days a week gives me a lot of reading time.
Here’s what I read on the bus in January:
The River at Night by Erica Ferenik. Every year four friends, Wini, Pia, Sandra, and Rachel plan a trip, to spend time together and get away from everyday life. This year it’s a five day white water rafting trip in the Maine wilderness. Wini is not too keen on the idea and everything is telling her not to go, but these are her best friends. Together these women set off on this once in a lifetime adventure; however, all does not go as planned and it will take everything they have to try to survive. A fun read, quick and exciting. It had moments of predictability, but the language and writing was fantastic. She really captured place and setting well. While the narrator Wini, was definitely my gal, I would have liked to hear more from the other women, maybe chapters back and forth. However, you get their stories throughout so they become known to you. Continue reading “Bus Reads for January”
I just got hit by a winter cold and it hit me hard…usually I only need a day to recover, but not this time. Went back to work on day three and was miserable. Took another day off hoping to get through it – I spent most of my time away moving from the bed to the couch then back to bed again. I couldn’t even read because I couldn’t concentrate, but I did get a lot of time with the television screen.
One of the things I constantly try to remind myself and others is that expectations are a relationship killer. And while I was thinking of that in romantic terms, I should have also been looking at that in friendships too.
Friendships have been on my mind a lot lately —friendships lost, tested, stretched, made, molded —and what it all becomes. I’ve been looking back at my friendships over the years and some really hard friendship breaks…almost worse than a break up really. That anxiety that builds up and you feel like you’re drowning and don’t know what to do to save it. I found some advice recently that really empowered me: Continue reading “To Every Friendship There is a Season”
I’ve never been one to enjoy the large crowds underneath the Space Needle on New Year’s Eve night; rather, I like to ring in the New Year with friends at smaller events in the city. One year was spent wandering around Tacoma during First Night and when I lived in West Seattle I would ring in the New Year at a local masquerade. This year, though, I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do.
That got me thinking … how did Seattleites spend past New Years? What events were taking place a hundred years ago in 1918? So I looked through the Seattle Times archives and discovered, not much has changed in the way we celebrate the coming of the New Year!