I love to read. I really do. It’s just that I don’t read much anymore. I mean really, who has time to sit down and read a book when there’s so much else that needs to be done.
Like dishes. Or laundry. Vacuuming. Internet surfing. Blogging. Watching TV. Sleeping. Keeping the males in the house from killing each other. Letting the dogs out to go do their business. You know, LIFE…
And, I like going to the library, and when I do, I check out an arm full of books, all the while saying “I’m really looking forward to reading these”. And I get them home and there they sit, on the counter, or table, taking up valuable space that could be used for the kids to stack their dirty dishes on or leave various articles of clothing.
A very good friend of mine gave me a book a couple of weeks back. And I really really wanted to read this book, but getting through the first few pages was horrible. I may as well have been lifting weights with all of the arm action I was getting trying to focus on the letters.
The truth be told, my arms just aren’t long enough to really enjoy reading anymore.
There, I admitted it. I’m getting old. And reading isn’t as pleasurable as it once was when you have to hold your arms out as far as they can reach in order for the letters on the page to be somewhat clear.
So, I broke down and got myself a pair of reading glasses. You know, the ones you perch on the end of your nose to look through while you’re reading and peer over the top of to see everything else that is going on.
And this weekend, I’m gonna do myself some reading!!
I wanted the pair with the hot pink frames, but the lens was scratched. So I got the blue pair. Kinda baby blue-ish. I’m hoping the kids will keep their hands off of them.
I think I’ll go out today and get me a pretty little string for them. Why not? I’ve admitted it, I’m old. And with my luck, I’ll forget where I put the damn things.
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