Good morning everyone! I will just warn you...I have had "one of those weeks". A Sandy Week. I never mean to overwhelm you or sound like I am whining or bragging or anything like that. I have no intentions of reciting my week for any reason except just to take a personal inventory of WHY I didn't get a damn thing done. Makes me feel better.
As I told you last week, my sister was visiting so that contributed to the busy-ness, but can't really blame her for the overall chaos. I drug that poor girl around with me everywhere I went. I took her to my workout classes with Andre on Monday and Wednesday morning (I also worked out Thursday morning, but she was doing her best downward dogs with my mom). I took her to my book club meeting Monday night (discussing "Before I Go To Sleep" by S.J. Watson) and my Heathrow Literary Society on Tuesday (discussing "Never Knowing" by Chevy Stevens). No she didn't read the books but who cares. We watched movies almost every night that we were home. We cooked. We went to see "Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy", which was very good. We visited my friend Craig's wine store to do some birthday shopping for my husband.
I had a walking date with a good friend on Tuesday so we could catch up on our lives. I had an Adult Literacy League meeting on Wednesday night - the event is coming up on March 1st, so everything has kicked into high gear. We celebrated my husband's actual birthday Thursday night. I went on a field trip with about 150 4th, 5th and 6th graders to Universal Studios Islands of Adventure all day Friday. And in between all that, my daughter had her horseback riding lessons, her weekly Confirmation class, and the kids had their own workout sessions with Andre as well. Thank God I have my parents down here to help shuttle.
I also took my husband to the Magnolia golf course at Disney yesterday for 18 holes for his birthday.
I don't mind saying that I'm tired.
So I guess it should come as no shock that I read virtually NOTHING this week. I tried really hard to get into "The History of History" but it is a dense book and it was going nowhere. I will just have to come back to it later. So I turned to a new book that I got from Kenneth Dixon (I have read and reviewed two of his previous books, which are always quirky and fun). His new book, entitled "The Photo Album", is only 125 pages long, and I'm on page 50. This is as good as it is going to get folks. Until I can get my life back in order. After I knock that one out, I am going to settle in with Taylor Polites "The Rebel Wife" which was one I got at SIBA and has been getting some serious accolades. I don't mind saying that the SIBA bloggers fell in love with Taylor when we met him. Then I think I will having a Sarah Pekkanen fest after that.
On audio, I did slightly better. Only because I squeezed in a day of housecleaning on Wednesday. I finished "11/22/63" by Stephen King, and if I said I loved it last week, well now we are talking stratospheric, emotional, put-it-on-my-favorite-of-all-time love. I was vacuuming and sobbing (sweeping and weeping?) when I wrapped that one up. After that, nothing is going to measure up I am afraid. I did want to allow time for some Penguin Audios, since they have been sending me some great selections, so I started a short one called "Lunatics" written and narrated by Dave Barry and Alan Zweibel. It is really an insane thing, this audio. I am speechless.
Today we are scheduled for church, horseback riding lessons, and a track banquet in the evening. The kids don't have school on Monday, so once the three of us work on our fitness in the morning with Andre, we will see if anything else gets accomplished. Maybe a nap?