The discussion in one of the online book groups today started with “does everyone else hate being asked about what you’re reading and what it’s about?”
My favorite answer was “No one ever asks me, because they know I’ll tell them.”
Also, was “I enjoy telling the world, hoping that they’ll pick up the book and we can discuss it.”
Personally, I love discussing books and recommending them. I also love getting book recommendations, especially unsolicited ones. I find myself giving unsolicited recommendations if I’m especially excited about a book. My friends and family know this about me. Some ask. Some avoid the topic.
My daughter’s dance troop was asked to perform at international night at an elementary school.
There were several other dance troops there.
This was part of the Tahitian group that included my friend’s daughter. I hadn’t seen my friend in quite a while, so it was nice to catch up a bit.
This is part of the Hawaiian troop that one of my daughter’s instructors dances with.
The performances went smoothly, other than a few technical difficulties with the music and microphone.
When I realized that I’d have time off school, and would have some evenings to myself, I started making plans with friends and family.
After work today, I wandered over to my sister/friend and her sons. We had lunch. We had a relaxing afternoon with the dogs and cats and kids. We had a group activity of removing a sock from the vacuum cleaner hose.
They had to go off to ice skating lessons so I wandered off to the gym. I took a brief nap in the car. The gym was near where I was meeting another friend for a movie, so it was a new gym to me. I found out there was a pool, but I hadn’t expected it and left my swimming stuff in the car. I found the women’s locker room and locked my bag and car keys in a locker. I went in search of a treadmill.
I did my mile on the treadmill and made progress on my ARC book. I went back downstairs to retrieve my stuff. There was one person in the locker room. Sitting in front of the locker holding my things. Eating a yogurt. Very slowly. I don’t really understand this phenomena. Entire locker room. One person. In front of the locker you’re using. It happens all the time. I tried to open the locker. I got a very dirty look. At least I didn’t have to change out of my swimsuit with her sitting there.
I wandered over toward the movie theater. With all the driving, I made progress on my audiobook. I may finish it tomorrow. I got out of the car and walked around the mall a bit. They are getting a Koja here! Small things excite me.
I got our tickets and sat in the lobby to read. A woman approached me to ask if I was in the movie club. No. But that sounds like fun. (Like I need something else to do.) We chatted for a while since we were both waiting. I got another book recommendation. Red Rising. I don’t know how this always happens. But, I always add to my book stack and my to be read list.
The movie, Gloria Bell, started. It was very odd and disjointed. My friend and I both hated it. Thankfully, it was only a $5 movie. I got to see my friend, so that part was good.
Also, I really might finish my audiobook tomorrow. Less than two hours to go!
I read this because my friend’s boyfriend wrote it. I heard about it and decided that my nephew would enjoy it. I had to read it to make sure that he’d like it. And, because if there are words, I’ll read it.
The Fire Truck Who Got Lost by Colin Eldred-Cohen
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This was an adorable children’s book. I loved it! It’s a story about being little and trying to help out, and about keeping an eye out for your loved ones. Barnabus used his skills to get help, and even though he was too little to do a lot, he got the job done!
I look forward to reading the novel that Mr. Eldred-Cohen is writing.
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I waited and waited for a friend to go see Bohemian Rhapsody with me. We just couldn’t get our schedules together.
I eventually saw it as a pay per view movie when we were on the cruise. I couldn’t hear a lot of the dialog and the music was blasting. I enjoyed the movie, but I really wish I could see it again. I know it occasionally plays as a sing along, so maybe my friend and I can get it together and see that? It sounds like fun!
We, as a family, decided to make the centerpieces for the funeral reception. I went to Michael’s to pick up the items that we needed for them. While I was shopping, I spotted googly eyes. I thought to myself, “that would be funny, but inappropriate.” I texted my daughter to ask her, knowing that it was not appropriate for a funeral reception. She gave a non-committal answer. I texted my friend who told me, “absolutely not!” I told her that I would totally be ok with googly eyes if the centerpieces were for me. My friend told me “You won’t be doing the centerpieces for mine.” Well then!
I have been feeling guilty about going out and doing stuff for myself. Then I was reminded that if I don’t have the energy for me, I don’t have it for others. The same idea as putting on your oxygen mask first, then helping others.
When you do things for yourself, then you fill your “pitcher.” If your pitcher becomes empty, you are no good to others. You can’t pour from an empty pitcher. I wholeheartedly agree.