Who awakens to those ever-famous lines, “There’s a wocket in my pocket, and a findow in my window,” with musical accompaniment by Nora Jones singing, “Don’t Know Why” in the background? Happens all the time, I’m sure.
My recent spate of “Spring cleaning” probably has me thinking it’s Theodor Geisel’s birthday, March 2. It’s not a bad thing – and “Wocket” was one of those books I had memorized and only needed turn a page as my eyes were shut. So rather than acknowledging these gorgeous Fall days, my mind is trying to return to Spring – possibly as a do-over?
I will say that I finished the one novel I began at the onset of this present state of affairs. Now, as soon as I finish the one Netflix series I began, I think everything should return to normal. Sorry for the delay!
Oh, were it that easy and I had that power. Off to entertain myself with more reading and cleansing.
There is something in the autumn, sets my Gypsy blood astir.