Here he is.... my guy all grown up- well mostly, sort of.   Making his way, forging a path through college.  

  

              Nick 2009 2nd semester Freshman,  CU Boulder Colorado

Reading two at a time...

In addition to The Time Traveler's Wife,  I'm ALSO reading The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck.   (A brazen tribute to imagery great and small.)  I can almost taste the dry gusty swirls of dust and lonely debris from that 1930's drought.  Quick!  Get me a lemonade.   

Somehow the Grapes of Wrath avoided me in high school.   But, fast forward a few decades and my daughter Annie, the sophomore,  is reading it for her Waldorf Block class.  What an unavoidable time for me to read it too!   Don't you think?  I plan to pace my reading with her assignments, so we'll always be reading the exact same chapter.  Wooo-hooo...

"I'm reading it so we can have our  own little book club.  Just you and meeeee," I say, ending with a big toothy grin.  (Mine, not her's.)

As her eyes stammer and revolve from left to right like wind shield wipers, she replies with a waver, "Oh boy..."   

She's excited about it too.  I can tell.... 

  

  

Looking for a respite?

I am inspired by the quotes (and delicious photos) in this short slide montage... (click on the link)

Finding Joy... 

PATHETIC!!

That's what I am.  

Presently, I'm reading The Time Traveler's Wife-- and yes, it has become all too apparent to me how trippy "time" is.   One moment it's here... and the next moment... it's here.   Only different. Trimmed down and lean with loneliness.  Or fat from a diet of constant companionship.   

At least that's the way it is for Henry, the librarian.  Hopping to and fro, tip-toeing hither and yon, through out-of-order moments in space/time.  Naked. (Apparently you can't time travel with stuff, including clothes.)  How does he have time to restock books?  Zip zapping around like that...   

As for me... I'm flummoxed to a good ol' fashion linear time line,  kerplunked down on the grid, wearing jeans, a t-shirt and sweater, oh and occasional eye make-up.    The only excuse I have is "time" is in constant motion ticking and tocking until there just doesn't seem to be a second left in the day to write.   See?  That's how it  happens.  When I checked my blog site entries this morning,  I had to squint, blink a dozen times, and rub my eyes.  August??  You've got to be kidding!!  

As I continue this week to read about the time leaping naked husband,  I'm hoping to take this whole "moment to moment" continuum thing more lyrically-- toss some new words around the time line-- and supplant a lazy five minutes with a sentence or two.   Are you with me on this??