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Day 32: For the Love of Kindle

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I used to be a pretty avid reader. I was on a schedule that put me in bed an hour before I needed to be, so I would read until I dozed off. Which, depending on the book, could be a matter of minutes, or keep me up well into the night.

Lately, it seems that I all I do is work or stress out about work. By the time I get off, work out and eat dinner, its time to go to bed again. My weekends are picking up shifts at my second job, laundry, errands, and squeezing in what social time I can. I know that I’m no busier than anyone else and I am working with the same amount of hours, so I’m not complaining. There seems to be a thousand other thing to do all the time. Reading never makes it to the list.

With nothing planned for today, a high of 88 degrees, and just a few of those happy little white fluffy clouds in a very blue sky, I took the opportunity to lay in the sun and do some reading. I forgot how much I love having my kindle. Downloading books on a whim, turning pages with the touch of a finger, touching words I don’t know to pull up a definition… Don’t get me wrong, I like the feel of a book. I like the way the pages smell when they get old, and I like to think about how many people have read that same book, and where they might have been, and what they might have thought. There’s something different about holding the weight in your hands, feeling the texture of the pages, sliding a bookmark in between the pages. But, I love the kindle more. I can have any book I want as long as I have Wi-Fi. I can highlight and make notes and bookmark without having to rabbit ear anything. I have access to free books – the classics that I love so much anyway. I can stick it in my purse. Take it with me where ever I go. Sure, I have to worry about a battery, but that thing lasts forever anyway.

So, today I’m thankful that I have my kindle. Such a first world convenience.

Reading today made me remember how much I love it and how much better it makes me feel. I like reading that challenges my positions, that makes me think about things I would not otherwise even know to consider. I made a promise to myself to work reading back into my life again – enjoy some one on one time with great stories on a regular basis. Start exercising my little brain again because I have definitely let it fall out of shape. Fear not, brain! Help is on the way.

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Day 23: Book Worm

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A couple days a month I spend an hour or two at an elementary school in a low-income area, reading to a child.

I’ve been quite a few times now, which has been a very liberating experience for me. I know very little about kids, and feel somewhat awkward in dealing with them. I decided a long time ago I didn’t want any myself.

But, just as a child conquers the monsters in their closet, I shall conquer mine. The more time I spend with kids, the more I seem to like them, and the more I realize I don’t have to know all of the rules- they certainly don’t. And they aren’t corrupted enough quite yet to tell me my way is wrong.

So anyway, today I was reading to a little girl who wanted nothing to do with it. She said she hated reading and she wanted to go to class and didn’t want to be anywhere near me. Eventually, she told the teacher she was done reading and I watched her run as quickly as possible in the opposite direction from where I was standing. I was a cocktail of confused, annoyed and embarrassed. I should be able to hold a 7 year old’s attention for 20 minutes, after all. I loved reading at that age- I used to compete with my brother to see who could read the most over the course of the summer.

But, once the teacher came over and talked to me, explaining that most of these children come from a single parent family where they receive little, if any, one on one time, I saw things differently.

I grew up in a house with both parents, where school was the top priority, where being smart was more important than being pretty. I had chores, I was grounded nearly every other weekend, I did a lot of stupid things, but I always had the security of a stable family, surrounded by people who would quite literally do anything for me.

I’m not sure what the little girl’s circumstances are that I met today- she may come from a family just like my own and was just having an off day.

Even still, today was a very good reminder of how much work my parents put into raising me. I was a lot of work a lot of the time. I’m grateful beyond words for the time they invested in me.