Today was like a fast moving, flickering picture that my eyes could not focus on. In the end I just went with the flow. Nothing, in my opinion goes with fatigue like pizza! So pizza was ordered and enjoyed. I sat, surrounded by people I love, drinking Ribena and eating pizza and reading my book. Heaven. Simple pleasures. The day I got to go to the library I chose books fairly quickly. I liked the look of the one I picked from the romance section (yes I’m that person) and it had a good recommendation from one of my favourite authors on the cover. I was sold. I’m already half way through and it is an entertaining read. It’s called Love, Or Nearest Offer by Adele Geras. Part way in I’m confronted with my own name. When your name is a little unusual and you see it in print you get a bit of a surprise.
Well you probably get the same feeling no matter what your name is 😉 Anyway you know what I mean. I was like wow! out of all the books I picked one with a character that shares my name. Okay now I’ve written that down it’s not so amazing. It’s just that when I was a kid and you were in a shop where they sold items with names on the front, think mugs, pencil cases etc. my name was never there. Not Ever. I used to wonder why my mama had never considered this when naming me. Usually I borrow quite a stack of books for myself which will include several novels, and the fruits will choose quite a few too. Last visit, however I was on my own in the actual library as the fruits were with my husband and they’d gone to get something to eat. I was quick and very economically chose only four books for myself and grabbed a couple some the skids had requested. Out of four for me, only one was a novel and it has my name in it 😉 Seriously I need to sleep. Fast forward to me being an adult and now I can order my Lifeplanner with my name on the front and stickers and all sorts.
Why do I have this weird need for items with my name printed on them? God only knows what Freud would have to say about it. I can guess his first question would be “so tell me about your mother” LOL!! It’s a bit of a Freud joke. If I were him I’d be asking about my father 😉 Wow that escalated quickly as they say. Needless to say, Jung would have a different take. The takeaway from my disjointed post is this…Pizza is the perfect accompaniment to fatigue no matter what your name is. xo