I’ve been reading again. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been able to do much in the way of concentrated reading for pleasure. After having to read abstracts and peer reviewed articles for school and doing homework, I didn’t have much desire to read at all. In the past couple of weeks I read the entire Harry Potter series and just finished two Brian Jacques Redwall books (Euliah and Rakkety Tam.) There are three more to catch up to the latest book published this year.
Yes, they’re all “youth” books, but I’ve been reading them since Boy was 3 years old. You see, each night, from 7-8 I’d read aloud to Boy and Bran. I don’t remember which was the first I read, but I read many aloud over the years, including Harry Potter up to, but not finishing Goblet of Fire. That was when I stopped reading aloud in the evening.
Another reason I’ve not been on the computer much is that one of our residents expects me to give him movies that I play on my computer. While I can tell him no, it’s much easier to just say that I don’t have any movies with me. It’s true. I don’t. I have the dock for my mp3 player to play music and a book to read. He’s an asshole anyway.
The next books I’ll be going into are written by Sarah Cadwell Thus Was Adonis Murdered and then The Shortest Way to Hades. The paper back covers are illustrated by the same artist who did the animation for the Mystery series on PBS. Hopefully this’ll mean that the books are good. I’ll let you know.
I’ve done little on the computer until tonight. I only opened the computer long enough to check email since that’s the way my sister is doing most of the communicating about Dad’s estate and what’s happening with his stuff. It’s just easier for her to do a bulk mailing to the entire family. She sent up a package with stuff for us. I finally got Mom’s family ring. It fits nicely on my left hand ring finger. We also got one of the four rosaries. I asked Bran to hang it on the wedding picture. There was a really old dart board that I remember playing darts on at the lake when I was a kid, one of Dad’s watches for Boy, a small sand picture in a little bottle (keychain fob), a wooden sculpture that I think was bought by Mom’s sister (the nun) while she was in Africa and some other small knick knacks. There were also the photos of Boy and I. Oh, and Dad’s autograph book. I’m not sure what to do with that. I mean, it’s nice and all. It’s a bit of Dad’s history (back from when he was 15 years old) but it’s not something I know what to do with.
I should head off to bed.