sunday salon: the gold of our days

The Sunday Salon

“The secret o’ life is enjoying the passage of time ….” 
~ “Secret O’ Life,” written and performed by James Taylor

“Ah! realize your youth while you have it. Don’t squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar. These are the sickly aims, the false ideals, of our age. Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing. . . .” 
~ The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

Whether it was the few crisp mornings this week that seemed to beckon fall or the sun setting off the deck a few minutes earlier each night, I’m feeling somewhat reflective this weekend.

I can attribute this to the shift of seasons, yes, but Oscar Wilde gets a significant share of the blame.  I’ve been listening to The Picture of Dorian Gray on audio, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite classics. It’s all about selling one’s soul for eternal youth and beauty. That seems a little extreme, but if someone wants to make a similar deal in exchange for a few more of those picturesque 75 degree summer days we had last week, I’m willing to talk.

Yesterday marked 25 years since The Husband and my first date with each other.  We both love the chronology connected with such significant milestones and he calculated that this one means we’ve been together for 54% of our lives. Or, looking at this from another perspective, I’ve spent 10 additional years living with The Husband than I did my father, whom I have outlived by two years now.

We have a gift card and had planned to go out to dinner sans kids to celebrate, but something I ate at lunch didn’t agree with me yesterday afternoon. I’ve eaten at this particular establishment before (and had the same meal) so maybe it was just a fluke. It was enough for me to miss Podcamp Pittsburgh, though, which is always one of the best weekends here in the ‘Burgh. Such a bummer, as hanging out with people who are as into this social media thing (or moreso) than I am is always a good time. I’m grateful that the organizers record the sessions and make them available on YouTube, so I’ll check those out when they’re posted.

Friday marked my 7th year of blogging, which is kind of incredible. I reflected on that here, in  “seven years and (almost) 2,000 posts.” 

True Stories, Well ToldIn addition to listening to The Picture of Dorian Gray, I’m currently reading True Stories, Well Told which is edited by Lee Gutkind and Hattie Fletcher. These essays are a collection of 20 creative nonfiction pieces that have appeared sometime during the last 20 years in the literary journal Creative Nonfiction, which I love. I’ve been reading these during my lunch hour and before bed.

They are very well told, solid representatives of the creative nonfiction form. Each piece explores an aspect of one’s relationship to the world – whether that is with others’ aspirations for our lives (“The Wishbone,” by Harrison Scott Key), animals (“Charging Lions” by Chester F. Phillips is one of the standouts in this collection so far) or coping with chemical sensitivity syndrome (“The Butterfly Effect” by Jennifer Lunden).

Belief Is Its Own Kind of Truth, MaybeThis week I finished Belief Is Its Own Kind of Truth, Maybe, by local Pittsburgh writer Lori Jakiela. It’s a lovely memoir on adoption from the perspective of an adult adoptee who is learning to accept the truths about her biological mother (and family) while also being a mother to her young children.

The time has come to do some weeding of my feed reader. It’s been out of control for awhile now and I need to get this into more manageable shape. I am not keeping up as well with bloggers I really enjoy, especially those who I am not connected with on Facebook.

I’m focusing on blogs that haven’t updated in at least a year. (There were some still in my Feedly that hadn’t posted since 2012!) Most of those I am deleting outright. If the last post was a year ago and it is a blog I once liked, I’m moving them to my newly-created category called Blogs That Have Gone Defunct. That way, if the blogger does return, it will still show up in my feed.

This has been a bit of an eye-opening process. It’s sobering to see so many blogs that have closed up shop, which I can certainly understand. You can’t help but wonder about them and how they are doing, what’s new in their lives.

That’s all for this Sunday. Hope you’re having a good weekend.

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3 thoughts on “sunday salon: the gold of our days

  1. Deb Nance at Readerbuzz

    If someone hasn’t posted in a year, I think they are gone.

    Happy you have enjoyed twenty-five years together!

  2. Bryan G. Robinson

    I thought the seasons were changing too — until this weekend when it seems like summer has returned. I’ve been cooped up in the house, watching NCIS, and don’t plan on coming out until tomorrow, to mow the lawn and go to work.

    Happy first date anniversary to you and your husband. I’m not sure that I can remember our first date.

    I did see you celebrated seven years of blogging this past week and I meant to get over there. Maybe here in a little bit, in between NCIS episodes :).

  3. Molly

    Good luck with taming the feed reader. I seem to struggle in that regard 🙂
    I feel the same way about bloggers who are now inactive… I wonder how they are and what they are up to.

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