The past few days have really flown. Snoop’s grandparents came from New York for a visit, and she was lavished with much love and attention all weekend. However, the weather did not cooperate; we had quite a sampler of Michigan’s bad weather offerings, from extremely high winds that took off a section of our neighbor’s siding, sleet, to actual snow. Snoop’s Grandma said that she had never decorated Easter eggs and made a snowman on the same day. We all bounced between feeling like we had terrible spring allergies to wondering if we were getting sick. Although things have stabilized a bit, I am really wishing for a nice weather day to balance out all of this barometric misery.
I am still enjoying listening to Jonathon Franzen’s ‘Freedom’ although I’m down to the last two discs and am wondering what I’m going to do when it’s over. I’m going to MISS it. I mentioned that I was listening to it on Facebook, and started to type that, next to the Steig Larsson trilogy, it was the best book I’d read all year. Then I stopped myself, because I’m actually listening to it, which seems…different somehow. Do you consider books that you listen to to be ‘read’? I am not sure. It’s a different medium. For example, I like listening to Dean Koontz, but I can’t abide reading him.
I also, for some unknown reason, picked up Keith Richards’ ‘Life’ from the Lucky Day shelf and although I didn’t have high expectations, I am thoroughly enjoying it. It reads like he would speak and it is so funny and ridiculous and appalling so far, I can’t put it down.
