reading – Angel Wheeler

Dreaming Like a Baby

Our local library launched its summer reading program this week with the theme Blazing the Trails. It is phenomenal and the librarians have put an immense amount of work into this.

On opening day for the Tiny Tots, we dug for pennies in sand, panned for gold, lassoed ponies, raced stick horses and sat real ponies. EK loves the library and loves the books. She wouldn’t put her book down before getting on the pony. She walked around with her book open like she was reading it.

The next day at the library, a trick roper entertained us with his horse, his rope, and his dog.

Understandably, EK’s new favorite word is “hosh”.

Early this morning, still sleeping but stirring, eyes shut, she rolled over in bed and let out a soft “neigh”.

Ah, the sweet dreams of babes.

I’m so giddy, I can’t think of a title

My little 3 month old, EK, just left with her daddy to go check yearlings and feed horses. They’ll be gone a couple of hours. Checking yearlings consists of driving through the pasture, feeding the young cows, counting them as they line up to eat, and looking them over good to check for sickness as they have been recently weaned from their mamas and have now entered the world of independence. They’re like teenagers, J-Dub would say.

I love my little EK with all my heart and soul, I mean who wouldn’t love this face,

but I can’t help but confess that I’m just a little bit giddy right now.

I mean I have 2 hours! Two hours to myself! Two hours to myself at home! What shall I do?

Obviously I’m going to blog.
And I’m NOT going to clean.
I might do a little exercise tape, as I have developed quite the extra large size.
I might sit in the yard and listen to the birds chirping and have a glass of tea.
Maybe I’ll read some of the 3rd Hunger Games book that I started weeks ago and haven’t picked up since. I’ll have to start over since it’s been so long.
Maybe I’ll take a walk with Drew and Grace.
Or I might go pet a chicken.
Or take a nap.
Maybe I’ll just go sit on the potty and take my time without feeling rushed or worrying about interruptions!

2 hours. Um, an hour and a half. All to myself.
Maybe I’ll waste it all figuring out what to do.

I’m giddy.

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of water or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time.” Unknown

I have the need to read

I’m craving a book. Yes, I said craving. Like Elvis craved a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich. Longing, pining, desiring. Sometimes all I need in life is a book, a blanket, and a couple of hours. I don’t usually make it that long before falling asleep.

Mark Twain Image

Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. ~Mark Twain

I couldn’t agree more, Mark.

If I think real hard, walk around the house a couple of times, and eat a chocolate chip cookie, maybe I could remember the last book I read. Right now I’ve got a blank screen in my mind, occasionally flickering. It’s been too long.

Unless you count school reading, which doesn’t really count does it? Right now I’m reading the book Sounder to my class. Just today the poor, black boy in the story was saying how badly he wanted a book. He probably could teach himself to read if only he had one. He’d heard somewhere that some people had so many books, they only read them once. Surely, there couldn’t be that many books in the world.

I usually only read books once as well. My dad, on the other hand, would read a book again and again. One in particular was the Grapes of Wrath. My mother finds it a waste of time to read a book twice. I’m with her on this, unless it’s To Kill A Mockingbird, which I try to read every summer. I also loved Eat, Pray, Love and vowed I would read it again someday, yet that someday hasn’t come.

But it’s coming. Very soon.

When June 1st arrives, I’m driving myself to the public library. I’m checking out a stack of books and turning off the phones. The grass can grow tall. The dishes can pile up in the sink. The tomatoes will need pickin’. My legs will need shaving. The chickens might even go hungry.

Nah. I’ll feed the chickens in between chapters.

I plan on delving into some good books. If you have a suggestion, let me know.

Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read~ Groucho Marx

Maybe I have a thing for men with bushy moustaches.

Yosemite Sam

I hope your innards turn to outards and your ears go visey-versey! ~Yosemite Sam

Or maybe they just have good quotes.

What’s your favorite book? Or quote? Or moustached man?