This Sunday finds me in full relaxation mode, with a little bit of World Cup excitement mixed in. Normally, I’m not really a sports fan; in fact, I think it’s almost silly how worked up people get whether their favorite team wins or loses. In this country, it’s to the extent that it reaches violence – and all because someone didn’t kick a ball into a net? Team spirit is fine; violence isn’t so much. I’ve never understood that.
What I do understand, however, is money, and as it happens we’ve had a sweepstakes at work and I drew Spain. Since money is now riding on it, I’ve become a fan, and as such I’m really looking forward to the game later; even if they don’t win, it’s been exciting watching them get so close, and there is no negative feeling about the World Cup because England’s not in it anymore. I think it’s going to be a good evening.
While I’m waiting for this evening, I’ve already been reading. I’m not really an early morning type of person, but my body clock is and has always been extremely persistent, so every weekend I find I’m up and about around my normal work wake-up time, no matter how much I would prefer to stay in bed a little bit longer. I’ve put the time to good use this morning at least by finishing The Boy Who Loved Books by John Sutherland, a memoir about a boy whose father died in war training when he was very young, and who found refuge in books and booze (later becoming an English professor mostly by a stroke of luck). I’m now looking forward to starting Brooklyn by Colm Toibin, which has patiently been waiting on my bookshelf for a few months. I have tomorrow off, so I anticipate finishing it before I leave on Tuesday to visit my parents.
Before I go, though, I also have six reviews to write, packing and cleaning to do, and purchases to make. I’m not sure how much I’ll be reading this time; I’ll have Keith with me, for one thing, so I’ll probably be doing a lot less reading of review copies. Since I also have less of them, that’s probably okay – but I don’t know how much I’ll be blogging either. I’ll just see how it goes. I do hope to read The Passage by Justin Cronin on the plane. I’m hoping it’s exciting enough to take my mind off the fact that I’m in the air!
Do you have any exciting plans for the day? Will you be watching the World Cup final?