I got caught reading the printed word yesterday. I made heads turn. I made people make eyes at me. They squinted in wonderment. They raised eyebrows in disbelief.
I was holding a book.
I was standing outside Tire and Lube yesterday, patiently waiting for my oldest daughter to pick me up for a brunch date, while I waited for new tires to be put on my car. I was leaning against a pole, soaking up the morning sun (boy did it feel good), and reading while I waited.
"What is that foreign object in that woman's hands?" one thought.
"She's crazy! Doesn't she know she can read on iPods and tablets these days?" another eyed her.
I plan to get caught reading books more often this year. How about you?
If you think this is bad, you should see what my kitchen looks like. I call this the "storm" before the "calm." In between decluttering and re-organizing three rooms, this is the next thing to tackle. Can you imagine me writing there? Well, I haven't actually. I've been on the porch this week. But rain is arriving tomorrow, so I better get busy.
Things will be in disarray until my final cabinet is installed. I have finished the last coat of paint and have started on the doors. My kitchen table is my painting area for now. The weather is too finicky to paint outside on a regular basis.
I've been working on some embroidery this week. I'll have some photos to share soon.
I have one month left, to get my "extreme clean" finished, so time is precious. Isn't it anyway? Time, that is?