“Book love, my friends, is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures. It lasts when all other pleasures fade. It will support you when all other recreations are gone. It will last you until your death. It will make your hours pleasant to you as long as you live.”
Books are to be called for and supplied on the assumption that the process of reading is not a half-sleep; but in the highest sense an exercise, a gymnastic struggle; that the reader is to do something for himself.”
I was more restless than tired.
I went to bed to read but the story left me empty.
Soon he’ll turn in as well.
My anticipation is now replaced with writing.
But this is just an action that leads to another event.
I wait to be filled like words on a page.
“Ms Toy Whisperer”
My performance at the theatre tonight felt sublime. I had figuratively broken a leg. Although it wasn’t literally, I felt like James Stuart in Rear Window once I got back to my flat. I had to see if my neighbor was home yet? He had such a nice ass. I had a morbid curiosity if I could one day “love thy neighbor”? Well, I know I could. It’s more a matter of when and where…and for how long?! Reclining in my window seat I fantasized about it as I read my book on foreign travel. I imagined all the places we’d vacation some day. When I realized all the apartment lights were on, except for my rear guy, I knew he was already asleep in our bed. I happily flipped through a fashion magazine instead.
Thanks for the challenge Emilia!
Picture it and write!
Cristina is becoming an American and she doesn’t even realize it.
She now knows what it’s like, and called, to be stuck on our roadways.
If she reads this post, she’ll also know it hurts her motor to go so slow.
Sweet Baby James.
My Dad had a Rambler when we were kids. He drove it to the high school where he worked, around town for his mail route and on Saturdays to haul our stuff to the dump. I think he bought it from as far away as Concord. It was a functionally classic car.
I have a Rambler as an adult. I ride it around the neighborhood after work, to my antique mall booth and to my girlfriend’s on the weekend to see what new stuff she picked up for me at the transfer station. It comes from Columbia. It is a functionally classic bike.