Friday thoughts

Yesterday was a day of accomplishments. 
Small and large:
~ Target shopping
~ returns to my daughter in law and to Bed , Bath, and Beyond of the umbrella that broke at the beach
~groceries at Trader Joe's 
 new magazines from Barnes and Noble
~ good dinner on the table
~ Driver's Ed for my daughter
~ planning with my husband for some things needing to get done
~ got a ways in a new book
~ made a feta cheese ball for a Grad party for one of my students
~good plans for a birthday dinner for two daughter in laws next week

  AND now it is friday. It rained heavily last night 
and today I could curl up on the couch and finish that book. 
The kitchen walls are almost ready to be painted. Where did that energy go from yesterday? 

What do you do on a day like this?
Might need some of this:

Great time in Letters of Van Gogh this morning:


I have a more or less irresistible passion for books and the constant need to improve my mind, to study if you like, just as I have a need to eat bread.  .......

So you would be mistaken should you continue to think that I have become less keen on, say, Rembrandt, Millet, or Delacroix or whoever or whatever, for the reverse is the case, but there are many different things worth believing and loving, you see - there is something of Rembrandt in Shakespeare, something of Correggio or of Sarto in Michelet and something of Delacroix in Victor Hugo, and there is also something of Rembrandt in the Gospel or, if you prefer, something of the Gospel in Rembrandt, it comes to much the same thing, provided you understand it properly, do not try to distort it and bear in mind that the elements of the comparisons are not intended to detract in any way from the merits of the original individuals.

Let me stop there, but my God, how beautiful Shakespeare is, who else is as mysterious as he is; his language and method are like a brush trembling with excitement and ecstasy. But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.