A Breathy Catch Up

Hey all,

I have been conspicuously absent lately (or, maybe, not so spicuously). As mentioned by Dad, I moved to Greenlake. I am now living with Paul, an arrangement that has been going swimmingly so far. While each counterpart tends to be gone whilst the other is asleep, we have found evenings to be the time to hang out and catch up on our days. The biggest drawback as of yet seems to be the smaller kitchen, but if that is my only complaint then I seem to be having it quite well. The best part, I must mention, is the fact that we live mostly underground. Yes, us hobbitses love our situation away from the blistery sun where we can carouse* as cool as we like.

Another happenstance was the fact that I attempting to garner a new position at work. Unfortunately (I think?), I was unsuccessful. Though I had the support of many people, the sole decision-maker decided to go in another direction. I am not as disappointed in not gaining the position as much I am discomfited concerning my next steps. Do I go to college? Do I attempt to pay of loans? Do I stay in Security? All this questions have very fine and quite fulfilling answers that are as of yet undiscovered by me. hmmm. Many ponderous nights are yet ahead of me.

In more laudable news, Patrick and I scored tickets to a few Seahawks games this season. Our first game is in fact the Seahawks' first game, the Opener against Miami. In just three weeks the Regular Season will commence and Patrick and I will be there to add our voices to the mix. I think this will be a good season for us, the loss to the Vikings today not withstanding.

As far as my goal to read 52 books in 52 weeks goes, I fell behind during the move. Understandably, maybe. If I finish a book by this weekend then I'll have caught up. If not, I'll attempt to read two books next week. I have read some doozies lately. A scientific and whimsical, "What If;" a rousing tale of a young girl in Nazi Germany who steals books in the aptly titled, "The Book Thief;" the lackluster sequel "Shift" to the fantastic and unique sci fi, post-apocalyptic, "Wool;" the intricate, acclaimed, stunning, difficult, and hauntingly beautiful books by Faulkner, both "As I lay Dying" and "The Sound and the Fury;" and the philosophical rantings of a conflicted Frenchman, "The Fall."

As of now, I've suggested to Dad to read What If, Mom to read the Book Thief, and Patrick to read The Sound and the Fury. In other words, I have really appreciated these books, all for different reasons. I say this in hopes of reciprocity. As I've undertaken this challenge to read all these books in all these weeks, I've taxed my motivation to initiate. In other words, it is hard to choose new books to start! Sure, I have a long list of books that I want to read, but the motivation is hard to come by. I have added Dad's newest recommendation by Schlosser and hope to read that within the next month, but I am short others. If you please, are there books I ought to consider? I would love it if you suggested some. Please though, offer me a good reason why** I ought to read the book. Hopefully your why will motivate me to get going. I apologize for my apparently slothiness***.

Once again, sorry for my absence. I hope to dedicate more time to this going forward. On that topic, is there anything in particular you'd like me to talk about? If not, I am sure I will find something to ramble about in the future. I'll accept direction, nonetheless.

Enough meandering, take care all. I hope you're all well and happy and eating delightfully tasty foods. Until next time.

-Bradley


* It is at this point that I discovered that "carouse" has drinking connotations, which is considerably different from the activities partaken in by myself and Paul. Whereas the word suggests boosing, accuracy confirms 'lackadaisy'

** Without spoilers, please!

*** I am appalled that "slothiness" is not a word. For your information,"Slothenticity," "Slothiforous," and "slothish" are also not words. Shameful, really. "Spicously" isn't either, but I didn't really expect that one. "Breathy" isn't right as well, but I didn't want to use "Turgid" or "garrulous" as I already wrote snobby enough in the body. I blame the ponderous nights for my vocabulary.