I read a fascinating book last week, Married to a Bedouin by Marguerite van Geldermalson. I love travel books and memoirs and when put together, they make fantastic reads. Ultimately, this book is a true-life love story, which makes it all the more exciting. The author is a New Zealand woman who fell in love with a Bedouin man and married him, embracing his culture and even living in a cave. It is also a sad story because–and this is no spoiler, as memoirs do not usually have surprise endings–she’s now a somewhat young widow in her fifties.
I also read a book called The Edge Effect. I am always reading books about health and medicine, but I prefer them to be of a somewhat natural/alternative persuasion. The doctor who wrote this book is clearly a traditional western doctor, due to the way he embraces pharmaceuticals as being an integral part of healing–if they are the right drugs for the patient. Oh, I also discovered that I have a serious serotonin deficiency, but that is neither here nor there, since I don’t think reading a book is effective for diagnosing illness.
Our lovely Mediterranean house is nearly finished. The stucco is on–a lovely lemony yellow for the porch and dormers, and a soft reddish fawn tone for the rest of the house. The work crew is currently putting on the bright red metal roof.
My life is passing me by.
I have drunk coffee in the mornings and wine in the evenings and passed my days with school books stacked high on my desk and longed to go anywhere, do anything but what I’m currently doing. Actually, I’ve been thinking about and planning to go to grad school for some time now, and it seems an impossibility. I live in a town that is an hour away from the nearest university and two hours away from the next. Granted, I completed my undergrad degree at UNM, the university that is one-hour north of me. The difficulty is that I can’t earn a BA, an MA and a PhD all at the same school. Plus, my life is different now. My husband no longer works shifts at the firehouse, and my parents, who used to be my default babysitters when my husband was on shift, are running the local art gallery.
I know my goals aren’t unattainable. I simply haven’t worked out how to achieve them yet. If anybody has any advice for me, let me know. Maybe I should convince my husband to become a cave-dweller. Then I can live in a cave and not worry about the rest. Sadly, the Bedouin people who used to live in the caves of Petra no longer do so. Van Geldermalson’s adventure is one that could only have happened in the past.