O Glowful Day
It was a rare couple days of utter freedom for a young mother. My three sons were in the capable care of their grandma. My spouse was busy at the legal convention. I had a fascinating city to explore at my own pace, troubled only by having dropped a library's travel guide into the relaxing bubble bath. Jackson Square, the Pontalba apartments, Cafe du Monde, the Hermann-Grima House, the Gallier House, and the Beauregard-Keyes House are all bright snapshot memories. After the trip I managed to read Frances Parkinson Keyes'1947 mystery, Dinner at Antoine's, not to be confused with "My Dinner with Andre".
The library where I am lucky to be employed part-time no longer has any of Keyes' books in its collection, but I did check out "Django Unchained" there. After a sweat bee morning removing ugly old caulk, rust stains, and crumbling grout in the condo bathroom rehabilitation effort, I watched the Tarantino movie. Oh, did I mention making many more air holes in the demo vermicomposting bins for the upcoming worm show? That was using my dad's Fifties electric drill, so I'm always relieved when sparks don't fly.
Once at work we all rushed to return the entire Young Adult collection from temporary shelving to its regular shelves. I felt the burn in my wrists, hands, and lower arms as we lifted stacks of books onto upper shelves, then shifted all the books a couple times until they fit. The a/c wasn't working well, so we all felt the glow of a Hunger Games and Twilight workout!
Genius is one percent inspiration, ninety-nine percent perspiration.--Thomas Edison
Horses sweat, men perspire, women glow.--Victorian etiquette admonition
Feel the burn.-- Jane Fonda workout video
The D is silent.--Django
© 2013 Nancy L. Ruder