another post about reading?

I had all intentions in the world of posting yesterday and never found the time to do it…so here I am today, a day late but here, none-the-less. We had a restful and quiet weekend with my mom staying healthy all weekend, yeah! One out of four weeks isn’t bad. She is suffering from hepatic encephalopathy (your word for the day) and this is just something that we will have to work around and through each day, trusting and believing that there will be a cure in the future.

We came home from my parent’s on Saturday to one of the best rewards of living and ministering in the country – a front porch full of fresh, farm grown vegetables. I threw a bunch of the ears of corn in the freezer and we will partake of some of their goodness tonight as well…it is good to have farmer friends! However, as grateful as I am for fresh veggies, I still am not appreciative of how terribly horrendous their pigs smell, from miles away, on hot, humid evenings. The combination of heat and stench truly does take your breath away.

I finished “Plain Truth”, my August book club book. When I received it in the mail and read the back I realized that I had already read this book last year (I also keep a book journal from year to year…something that my mom and I started to do when I was little and didn’t like to read. We would compete to see who had read the most books in a year and the loser had to buy the winner a new book. It is also a good way to go back and see what you have read or to remember good reads…) and confirmed it with the journal. So, I pretty much skim read it – it is a pretty easy story so it didn’t take too much time. I felt unfulfilled after skimming it and am ready to sink my teeth into something else. I still have to finish Freakonomics and Gilead and my mom gave me Gift from the Sea as a gift and I know I need to read that too and then get started on my September book club book…will it ever end? I doubt it considering the mass number of books that live in our house – I am always so intrigued when I go to people’s houses and they have no books, how is that possible? They live in stacks at our house and in the husband’s office…where he is running out of shelf space too. I have always loved this quote, to end for today, “A home without books is a body without soul.” (Marcus Tullius Cicero)