Summer reading is such a lovely respite, especially during crazy busy work/Mom weeks. For a week and a half I've been spending my entire lunch hour driving the 20mins back to home to get Elizabeth and take her to her afternoon of Theater Camp which happens to be very close to Meredith College at Raleigh Little Theater. That in itself is not so bad as I do get to see and have lunch with my girl everyday AND since 2 co-workers from my two very different jobs in the library are both on vacation this week, it does give me time to sort of clear my head mid-day and figure out what is next on the very long - impossible actually - list of things todo. If you know me at all, you know I do not use the word impossible lightly - but I am realistic and I do know that one person cannot possibly do the job of 3, and no one should even try, but! One of those two on vacation often does and since silly me is trying to fill not only my shoes, but extra in Media AND her position, somethings ARE going to get left undone - so perhaps my next box WILL be what a friend recently suggested: She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb. That wasn't why he suggested it, that just came to me.
My point really was that I am kind of "proud" of myself for even trying to spend bits of time reading each day. There's always plenty of laundry (particularly challenging right now given that I have to start the washer with pliers) meals, dishes, pets, project etc etc etc. The ONE thing that truly "irks" me right now is not people who are idle - more power to 'em, but people who are "bored"! SERIOUSLY???? Play with a child, feed the hunger, help the elderly, walk, read, color with crayons, daydream, plant something, paint something, even clean something, jeez! ok - rant over - the person who sparked that rant will never read this anyway, but I just had to say that - thanks :) Was actually going to say something about the book I'm reading, but instead I think I'll go finish reading it first :)
