I read a book.
That statement shouldn't be such a novel thing that it stands alone. (Pun intended by the way.) Except in the past two years I have spent so much time, moving and re-establishing myself that I haven't had time to read. Ok, I have also been knitting quite a lot.
Before all of this happened, I read about 2 books a month. Sometimes even more, when I would stay up late because I got into a book. Now, I only read at my mom's house. Which means, two books a year. It is sad, because I enjoy reading, but with Bob home, I find that it is impossible to read in bed. It is also really hard for me to read during the day because the kids are around and someone needs something. Short of reading knitting patterns, my ability to read is limited to magazines.
Anyway, I just finished a book I got from a friend in mid-January. In the spirit of full disclosure, the book I read was not Tolstoy. It was by the Yarn Harlot.. yeah, so it was a knitting book. I laugh because I seem to find time to read a knitting book and yet, can not find time to read say an actual book. I laughed, I cried, I was inspired, it was a great book. I really enjoyed it. Oh, and I also read the Mason/Dixon knitting book too... that stupid book inspired me to make a log cabin blanket. But, more on that nightmare tomorrow.
Until Bob starts to travel more, I don't really see this changing. Tomorrow I will show you pictures of what I have been up to when I haven't been reading.