So,
the last time I posted, I told you how I've been in this
online class. It's really a scrapbooking class about ME! ;D It's a class that sends me a prompt everyday and I'm supposed to write about the prompt---however I want to. Then, I'm supposed to make it into a scrapbook. SO, I had to put several of these prompts on hold for awhile with school coming to a close, but I'm almost caught up. So, for the next few days, I'm going to just post to my blog several of the pieces I've written. Most of them are done in a day---I don't really worry about a lot of edits----again---the title of the blog.....Nelson RAMBLINGS----editing not required!
Day 3~Read
Hmmmmm,
read. books. libraries. bookstores. I
have a schizophrenic relationship with books. I was never a reader growing up.
I think because I didn’t see it modeled as a child. I don’t remember my mom
reading to me, although I’m sure she did. I don’t remember being encouraged to
read except for school. Now, I’m positive I could have forgotten it, but I have
no memories of my parents encouraging me to read. They read---but I didn’t
really see much of it. From the time my dad walked in the door in the evening
until he went to bed---and even after that when the TV was in their bedroom,
the television was on. It was the nightly news, then the sitcoms or dramas…move
to bedroom, the 10:00 news and then Johnny Carson. I know my mom would read
during the day when I was at school, but, I was at school---I didn’t see it. I
probably didn’t show much of an interest in reading, so I wasn’t encouraged to
do it. Of course, it’s not really my
parents’ fault—I could have been a reader, I just wasn’t.
After
I went to college, my friends would sit around and talk about all the books
they had read, I felt so insecure—and frankly, stupid. Why hadn’t I read that
book in my literature class? Why hadn’t MY parents encouraged me to read the
classics? How had I missed the Narnia series, Tolkien’s trilogy or Jane
Austen’s beautiful stories? It fostered an insecurity I already had about my
own intelligence and abilities intellectually. BUT, of course, I didn’t pick
those books up during my down times at college---and I could have! I just
wasn’t really that interested in reading. I think I hadn’t discovered how
beautiful it was to escape into a new reality with a character in a story---to
find an uncommon friendship with one of the Bennett sisters, or live at
Hogwarts with Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Because
of these insecurities I was determined that my children would be surrounded by
books, would look forward to reading time---at ALL times of the day. I was
determined that they would discover this love of a fantasy world early on so it
would whet their appetite for the great adventures to be discovered in books
throughout their lives. So, we began the Narnia series while we were still in
Tulsa—the girls were four and six. They LOVED them! I wish I could take credit
for my daughters’ love of books. Both of them are voracious readers---they read
early and read much. Joshua is still learning to love it. I still read aloud to
him most nights. We are currently in the Hunger Games Series. Last year I read
the entire Harry Potter series to him…well, actually, after the 4th
book I checked out the audio books from the library!
Just
as the Harry Potter series has captured so many children’s imaginations, it
captured mine as well. I think I was sort of a child “in the reading world”
when it came out. I hadn’t developed as I should as a reader. I credit J.K. Rowling
with sparking my interest in reading again.
I tore through the books as soon as I could get my hands on
them---waiting in line at the midnight release for each subsequent book. I loved these books, but still hadn’t
developed an appreciation for or love of the classics.
I
remember a distinct moment in 2004 when Hannah was in 6th grade. We
were in the car alone and she was telling me about her latest Humanities
discussion---a rare peek into her school day! She began comparing Jane Austen
to Charles Dickens and giving me all sorts of similarities and differences. (I
was blown away and as soon as I got home I wrote her teacher, Mrs. Joni Bolin
to thank her for her love of literature that had excited my girl to read the
classics.) Hannah then began to speak of her passion for Pride and Prejudice and what great characters Austen created. I
went out, picked up a copy and begin to read it. I fell in love with the story,
with Mr. Bennett, with how vividly she created Mrs. Bennett-- with how much you can’t
stand her, but you LOVE that you KNOW her! And, OF COURSE, who couldn’t love
Mr. Darcy? I think I was changed. I
would love to say that I have been a crazy reader of the classics and new books
ever since---I haven’t, but I do read more than I used to. Summer is my reading
time---I just find that when I don’t have much time to read, I don’t read. A
chapter a night just frustrates me. I’d rather have several hours to really get
into a story. Most recently, I bought the Hunger Games trilogy on my Kindle.
What a fun read! One Saturday I spent the entire day reading. I hadn't done that in years---it was SO
fun! Joshua began the book, but in the
insanity of the end of the year he couldn’t finish it, so I began reading it
aloud. I hope reading will capture his imagination one day soon. I am learning
that it’s a beautiful escape!
I
said at the beginning that I had a schizophrenic relationship with reading—I think
it’s like this: When I’m reading I LOVE reading; but when I’m not, I don’t want
to. It’s a bit of a chore for me to start a book---once I start one, I’ll finish
it and LOVE it. Starting is hard for me because I just don’t have a lot of down
time. Someday in the future I hope to have more time and I hope I can fill much
of it with good reads---
This
view is from my kitchen window---Saturday was TAR graduation, which
I’m required to attend. I got home around 11:30 and found some of my dearest friend's husbands and their teenage boys
doing work in my back yard. There were cars parked all around my house and a friend's huge work truck in front of my house loaded down with yard debris. When
I walked up in my dress clothes, I was saw seven men and four teenage boys all working SO HARD on a very hot Saturday afternoon. I was met by one of the men who said, “Hey, are
you attached to this tree? Because we’d like to take it down”----"Nope---not attached", I said.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a man this happy before!! He got to use his
chainsaw---whooohoooo! So, he cut and two others pushed at the
appropriate time and down it went. They had cleaned up the whole back yard,
tons of ivy was removed, downed trees were cut up and tossed, all sorts of
saplings and weeds were removed. It looks SO MUCH NICER!! What a blessing to
me---I couldn’t have accomplished this if I worked every weekend in the summer.
