I think I just took my first vacation that didn't include a book. A 6-7 hour car trip each way. A week hanging out with a friend - helping take care of a new baby, helping fix up a house so it can be sold. Somehow in the flurry of packing, I didn't pack a book, not one. Not only did I not pack a book, I didn't read the daily paper or keep up with blogs. At one point during the week, my friend did offer up her library, but by then I thought I would see if I could make it to the end of the week.
I have always read. I have been known to take 7 books on a 4 day business trip and finish the 7th on the plane ride home. One of my earliest memories is of making my parents get a new copy of Go, Dog, Go by P.D. Eastman because I left my copy at their friends house a few hours away. I while away road trips lost not in the scenery, but in some fictional life. How in the world did I forget to pack a book?
3 comments:
I cannot imagine you without a book! It sounds like you had a busy week, though.
That must have been the first week since you learned to read that you haven't read! Are you well?
I put it down to the charming company and witty reparte that she had!
*cough, snort*
Well, ok - really, she just forgot to pack a book...
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