I'm thinking of re-reading One Year Off. As a (former) traveler, this book always enchanted me. I haven't had much stomach or time for reading lately, due to all the mini-crises going on in my life. I haven't had much time or energy to do a lot of stuff that needs doing, such as keeping up with housework, clipping coupons or even cooking. The good news is that I learned in that CIT class I took a few weekends ago that true depressions last 2 weeks or more, so it seems I'm still managing to escape it since my funks only last a day or 2. Yay.
Yeah, so I was having fun this a.m. browing in the Dewey 910's. (Future blog post: My Favorite Dewey Decimal Areas!) I picked up another book called Honeymoon with My Brother b/c the story intrigued me, but I'm not sure I'll be able to get through it b/c it might be too testosterone-riddled.
That's why I love working at Job #2, where I am now, b/c of the public library collection! So many fun books, so little time! Today S said he was going to take the baby to storytime, which I insist on. I seem to be doing a good job of turning her into a little reader. A child reader is going to be a must-have in my household, no question about it!
On another note, I am a little horrified at J.'s recent porcupine adventure. I'm having a hard time imagining living in a place where spitting cobras and humongous psychotic porcupines are just par for the course! I'm guessing she thinks it's fun in the same way that I think sneaking up on dangerous criminals in the dark and handcuffing them and taking them to jail is fun. Her blog and tales of living in Botswana sometimes make me think of Dave Barry's travel book and the chapter entitled: "Camping: Nature's Way of Promoting the Hotel Industry." I tell you what though, I would've had one of my guns in my hand and by the end of that week, would've had me some porcupine quill jewelry!
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What a cool porcupine story! Reminds me of the time I awoke to hear your brother's blood curdling shriek that Something Was Touching His Head. Turns out an opposum was looking through his hair for bugs while we slept outside...ah, nature.
ok, ok, it was scary. But I can send you some quills anyway to prove that you don't need a gun to get quills! HA! Do you want the ones that were piercing my dogs faces, or bloodless ones that we picked off the ground the next day?
Maybe bloodless ones would be better so that the USPS doesn't pull my package as a biohazard!
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