During the summer I have visions of laying in my front yard, spread out on a colorful quilt, under one of our many trees and losing an afternoon to a good book.
It doesn't happen. First, bugs crawl all over me. Second, Holly the crazy dog, can't lay still when she lays beside me, and spreading a quilt on the lawn means she will lay beside me. She rolls around, feet up and around, tail smacking my face, disturbing my time,my space. Third, my chore list is seldom quiet. I try to set it aside, try to embrace the new me that would have no problem spending an afternoon reading a book, but the new me is weak and frightened. The regular me is bent on keeping up with her lists. She is strong and bossy. "Groceries, cleaning, errands, weeding", she hollers, "get those things done first, then you can sit."
Those things never get done. I'm catching on to that but I'm a slow learner.
Here are some books I've read lately. Strangely, they are all non-fiction. I've tried to read some fiction lately, but I haven't found a story that has grasped my hand and led me away. I'll keep looking but in the meantime here is where I've been lately.