Monthly Archives: February 2012
Ohhhhh so random today. Yesterday I kept falling back to the “what will I post tomorrow” thoughts, and apparently my head is too full of things springboarding in all directions to focus on one.
I’m blaming it on Leap Year. We have this extra day and I think it’s throwing everything off. That’s why I’m so fuzzy, right?
My next story is finally starting to flesh out in my thoughts, and while that is the yummiest part, it also tends to fill up every possible nook and cranny that isn’t taken by worries of what-the-heck-do-I-do to promote book one. And did my newly driving daughter make it to school okay. And crap I still have to read up on how to do my taxes now. And how do I set up a contest on Goodreads. And why won’t my boss quit coming in my office…doesn’t he know I don’t have TIME to do this meaningless-yet-pays-the-bills-job right now? I mean, really!! So bear with me if I ramble. *frowning as I realize how often I say that*
Since I can’t seem to narrow down a thought process today…my ADHD is in full bloom. I’m going to open the floor to all of YOUR thoughts. What are you planning to do with this extra day of the year?
No, this isn’t about my first date with a young boy when I was a teenager. This is about the first date my husband and I had yesterday in months and months. Frankly, I don’t remember when we last took off in the middle of the week to spend time with each other. We celebrated our 20th anniversary last October and we rarely spend time alone together since we have two kids.
Well, that doesn’t really explain the entire story. Our son is a senior in high school and is 17 and our daughter is in 8th grade and is 13-years old. They don’t exactly like each other that much, at times I suspect they hate each other’s guts. I haven’t felt comfortable leaving my son home alone taking care of her when we are too far away to jump in the car and head home to run interference, if you know what I mean.
It’s not like I would think he’d hurt her. He’d just tease her and make fun of her in his usual relentless fashion, thus forcing her to cry and slam her bedroom door and stay there for six hours until we got back. So, we decided to go an hour and a half away from home, mid-week, when they were both in school, and we’d be back before they even walked in the door at 4 p.m. later that afternoon.
So at 9:30 a.m. we got in the truck and headed for Capitola, a small city of around 55,000 people just north of Santa Cruz. The weather was a nice 55 degrees and if you were in a sheltered area it got to be about 65 in the afternoon. We took our bikes and rode about two miles down to the harbor and then back up the hilly area to our car that we parked by the beach. The ocean was almost perfectly flat and there were very few tourists there at this time of year. Then we had lunch at Margaritaville out on the deck overlooking the beach.
And, believe it or not, we actually put our arms around each other’s waists and walked down the street like we used to when we were young and in love! It was an enjoyable day spent without kids listening to our every word and the silence at times was lovely as well.
I don’t know if our experience is typical of couples with or without kids, no matter the age, but we surely don’t take enough time to just enjoy being by ourselves any longer. And this was kind of a spontaneous gesture on my husband’s part that turned out to be an enjoyable experience.
What about any of you out there with a husband and no kids or a husband and kids? Do you date?
You heard me. Grocery shopping is a necessary evil and I do it because we love to eat. Shopping for clothes is something I put off until there are holes in my socks and my jeans are frayed.
But give me a bookstore – online, on the street corner, or in the mall – and I’ll gladly spend hours browsing the shelves, checking out covers, and reading back cover blurbs.
When I return home from my shopping spree, I’ll spread the books around me, then study the covers and reread the back story blurb. Or if I’ve purchased the books online and downloaded them to my Kindle, I’ll open each one up so I can view the cover and read the opening pages – copyright, acknowledgments, and story blurb or excerpt.
Then comes the moment when I have to pick which book to read first. If I have a favourite author in the mix, I’ll usually start with her book. Sometimes a story blurb will so intrigue me, my curiosity gets the best of me and I’ll dive into that book instead.
I dream about moving my household into the local library, where I can be surrounded by books 24/7 and browse at will. I’d be the happiest woman in town … except for when it came time to dust each and every book on the shelves.
Hello, my precious books. You are better than gold.
How about you? When buying books or bringing them home, what is your reading MO?