I drove 2.5 hours ONE WAY to pick up a bazillion literature books from my friend Mr. Halford. Oh, we had a great time. Ate at Hula’s, went to the movies. But the drive. The drive is insane. All stop signs and driving 40mph and I was a bit frustrated and carsick when I got home.
I look over these books and stuff, and wonder…will I be able to teach my next batch of students to love to read? Will they want to write their innermost thoughts and tell me their dreams? I’m concerned that it all boils down to state testing….testing…testing…What kind of reader would I be if I had been made to reflect on every single book I read as a Jr. High student? Why can’t they just read?
Well, perhaps I need to teach them how to simply enjoy the book. I love the smell of a new book. Crack it open in the middle. Breathe deeply. My own little heaven.
Today is the 72nd birthday of my little sobriety society. My friends are coming over for breakfast and gratitude…the perfect pair. 28 years sober. My what a journey it’s been.
Sunday. Ahhhh….a good book, a Diet Coke and quiet. Sounds perfect.