So much to do, so many projects to tackle. Get it all done. Not enough hours in the day. Work. Home. Play. Family.
Wrong order, dumbass.
The effort of it all is mind numbing. All I want to do is to lock myself in a room and soak up book after book. And take a picture every now and again to learn all about my camera. I want to do that, too. But to relax. To get sucked in to the story. That’s pure bliss.
The girls manage that. I have well worn books to prove it.
Harry Potter, much?
It should be of no surprise that I have yet to get my tripod. This weekend, this weekend. If I say it enough times it just might come true.
Day 56, never let them see you sweat.
Today was extremely busy. Lots of heavy lifting, sweating and swearing.
All I want to do right now is curl up in bed with a book and decompress. I have several books to choose from. Do I read a “real” book? Bust out my Nook? Listen to an audio book? Sometimes I do all three; I’m working on several stories right now.
My girls are book freaks, too. The 13YO decided to go through the kids books this weekend and set aside those that deserved to be shared. I spotted two of the books that I read to my girls in the pile and nearly had a cow: Sometimes I Like to Curl Up in a Ball by Vicki Churchill and My Many Colored Days by Dr. Seuss. Each of these are perfectly illustrated and hold some of the dearest memories of my early days of Motherhood.
Oh, no. Those aren’t going anywhere.
But I was struck by their changing tastes. The Junie B books that my youngest wouldn’t dare let me consider sharing was now freely in a box. There were Rainbow Fairies, Judy Moody and Stink.
It’s a bittersweet thing, seeing these books ready to be given to new homes. Hey, wait…what’s that World of Fairies book doing in that stack?!?
Day 47, hoarding.
I went to one of my most favorite places this evening. Of course, I had to turn the car around and head home not nearly halfway there and grab my camera and head back out, but I finally made it to the library, camera in hand.
I love books. Love, love, love books. My ideal vacation would be me locked in a room alone with books. Ok, perhaps being locked alone in a room is a bit much. Maybe… having a warm beach to myself surrounded by books? That would do.
I get this stupid giddy feeling when I’m in a library. Any library. It feels like I’m standing in the center of the universe. I suppose in some respects I am. My girls love the library and love books, too. That’s one thing for certain I can say that we did right as parents.
So, to the picture. I wanted to try to capture the reason why I love libraries so much. The rows of books. The worn jackets. The tired spines. I started snapping pictures, fussing with the various light settings. Finally settling on one I liked, I took this picture.
Onto full disclosure: clearly I’m still trying to figure out what I’m doing. But here, I tried the use of an online editor to add a little depth to the picture. I tried this, undid, then tried that, rinse, repeat. I can’t remember exactly what I did here (two modifications) to get this picture here, but I like it. It wasn’t exactly what I was going for, but I don’t know exactly how I can pack the love of books and libraries into one simple shot. If I had natural lighting and dust motes I could probably give it a good run, but the year’s still young. 🙂
Smell that? That’s books full of awesomeness right there!
Day 3o, checked out.