It’s the last day of the year.
I finished listening to “Stoner” by John Williams
Though it’s not a “happy” book, I don’t think it’s as much of a downer as others do. But that is probably because I often like films, books that others find “dreary” or “boring” or “sad”.
All life IS suffering as the Buddha said, but that’s just an observation—one has to accept that and nod and go on. That’s what Stoner did. And I actually liked the way he died. Or the way his death was described. I liked how “in his own mind” he was most of the time. Of course, there was a basic underlying passivity to his stoicism, but the older I get the more I wonder if passive acceptance might not be the best route-in most cases.
At one point he thinks his life has been a failure and he lacked integrity, but I disagree.
I have cleaned the house as much as I am going to today. (Litters, dishes, vacuum-cleaned the couch innards, de-cluttered the IKEA cart next to the breakfast/dining table. I wouldn’t mind roombaring the living room, but it can also wait till next year. (=tomorrow).
On Tuesday I need to give my little ugly bathroom a good clean, since a contractor is coming to take a look at it on Wednesday, because, joy oh joy, we’re are going to get it redone completely. It really needs it.
Feeling a bit like a Nespresso -have had a few smallish snacks (the rest of the spinach pasta, and a few of Bill’s dill potatoes he made-they were really good!).
Tonight, we will probably watch the second Guardians of the Galaxy movie since we watched the first one on New Year’s Eve a couple of years ago. We will most likely go to bed before 12. The specialness of New Year’s Eve has lost its charm. Just another night and that’s ok.
Now I might tackle the “high-minded” books I want to take a peek at on my never-ending quest to find out more about the mind, consciousness, or what ever you want to call the “thing that does the thinking”. Subject? Self? Also want to read more in Doktor Faustus, maybe Barchester.