This morning I finished a book began yesterday; Ken Kesey’s ‘One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest’. Afterward I went out and blew/raked/piled leaves for the third or fourth time this year. I felt much closer to sanity while reading than I did working in the yard. McMurphy could have saved himself from Nurse Rached but chose not to. I don’t feel I have the same option with the leaves. Unless of course I just throw a match on them but that would probably burn down my heavily wooded neighborhood causing me to end up in the loony bin or jail as an arsonist.
Also consumed another Jerzy Kosinski novel Thursday; ‘Blind Date’ and I just started Ursula K. Le Guin’s “The Lathe Of Heaven”. I’ve seen both movie/TV productions but hadn’t read the novel. Wonder what I’m dreaming tonite? Probably something where I’m a botanist specializing in leaf study or a lumberjack.