I meet with my dissertation committee about my proposal next week, and it's been hard to keep a real work ethic when I'm not sure how much they'll want me to revamp my project.
So after a satisfying voice lesson this morning, I had lunch and decided I needed to get out of the apartment, into a more receptive, less pressured place, and enjoy the end of the humidity that's been plaguing us. Apparently when some people walk, they think about things. My train of thought runs more to the "ooh! pretty bird! better walk around that woman handing a flyer. hey, lots of kids getting out of school buying coco gelado. wonder if they live around here or just go to school in the neighborhood. hmm, not as cool as I thought today..." and so on.
My first stop was a used bookstore that happened to have a 25 cent box outside, where I found a L'Engle Austin novel and the third volume in LeGuin's Earthsea trilogy. (I wished there were enough to replicate Jane Dark's offer of mailing some to friends, but alas it was only a small box.) Then I picked up a couple work-related books, plus Pasternak's memoirs--that last came as a surprise to me, but I'm a sucker for New Directions, plus its title is Safe Conduct--I suppose I'm also a sucker for pleasingly multivalenced titles. And it felt right to buy a more "serious" book that didn't have anything to do with the proposal.
I also found a pink cashmere sweater for $18 at my go-to used clothing/furniture store.
Then I came home and killed some zombies.