As a child, I remember eagerly anticipating becoming an adult. No one would tell me what to do or when to do it. Oh boy, was I ever wrong! Adults just have different people telling them what to do and long for those care-free, childhood days. I guess the grass is always greener on the other side. 🙂 Of course, the older we get, the more set in our ways we become too. In other words, we become old coots. Something every child solemnly swears never to become, yet I find myself sliding further into old coot territory every day.
Forgive my absence but these last couple of weeks have been hard. It feels like we are drowning in bad news, standing at the precipice, where how we choose to move forward will change the course of the world. It’s scary and overwhelming to someone who is trying to cling to the light. Who feels deeply adrift and lost. Torn between images and words of unfathomable hate and outpourings of love and support in the wake of the Orlando shootings. Which do I choose?
May was a strange reading month for me. Every book was good but no book was truly exceptional. The kind that makes you race to your computer or phone to sing its praises on Twitter. Every new book, I thought this would be the one … the one I loved this month. But alas, just as my dream to be taller than 5 feet without wearing shoes has never come to pass, neither did my quest to find a book I love this month. The good news? There is always a new month and new books on the horizon.
As I mentioned on Monday, my family came to visit me at the end of May. My parents and my brother’s family have all visited me before but never together, so it was a lot of people at one time. It was overwhelming and awesome. 🙂 Max wasn’t sure what to think, although he sure enjoyed going outside on the patio with my Mom. I rarely allow him to do this, so it was a real treat. We packed a lot into a week and hopefully everyone had fun. It can be hard to plan with so many people with diverse tastes, but I like to think we nailed it!