Sleeping at the Theatre
I haven’t been to the theatre in ages and last night, when Stephanie and I drove into Cambridge to see Snow in June at the A.R.T., I almost fell asleep during a performance. It wasn’t because the performance was bad. I guess it was simply because I’ve grown accustomed to curling up on the couch during a movie, during any piece of entertainment, and then heading off to dreamland. This does not bode well for our trip to see Return of the King in a few weeks.
Why is it, do you think, that I am so tired all of the time? What can be done about it? Is it, in fact, that I am not tired all the time, that I am simply ready for bed at an early time because I get up early and because I am getting older? I can’t seem to figure it out.
During the car rides back and forth from the city, Stef and I discussed my reading list for the upcoming family history independent study. I told her how I had been misusing the word mariner in my brain and how I was now in trouble because a lot of the books I had been thinking of had to do with fisherman and not straight-out mariners.
For one segment of the study, I planned to read Moby Dick, the recent book inspired by that novel, Ahab’s Wife, and then the book that came out within the last few years on the Whaleship Essex. I wanted to compare history with fiction and then different perspectives on the same story. Of course, that’s a lot of Moby Dick and I’ve heard nothing but bad things about that novel. So, I’m not sure that’s the path to take.
I’m also not sure it’s the path to take because my advisor for the project has her PhD in American history and I should probably take advantage of that expertise in history rather than spending so much time on literature.
Anyway, I also have to come up with books for the Polish and Swedish parts of my family. I have some ideas on the Canadian/Acadian side.