How Reading Healed My Toe
So, here I am at the laptop trying not to 'break my (writing) chain' and I have to admit, I've got nothin'. That's the bad news. The good news is why I have nothin'. My goal this past weekend was to sit on my rear-end with my foot up and magically regenerate skin tissue in the little toe on my left foot because mere old fashioned science hasn't seemed to help rejoin side A to side B on its own. The fact that science probably could have done this had I actually stayed off my foot for the prescribed two weeks at the beginning is irrelevant. Totally. The fact the stitches didn't work is simply one more indication that I am not a mere Muggle and therefore Muggle remedies don't work on magical me.
Now, normally sitting in one place is excruciating for me. It's genetic, I blame it on my parents. We are not a family of sitters. We are a family of doers. Goers. Seers. To ease my pain (and my family's), my son dropped The Hunger Games trilogy in my lap Friday and said (ordered), "Read!" And I did. And Wow! If you haven't read them, go do it. NOW. Not only will you be able to talk intelligently with teenagers, you will find hours magically disappear (and toes heal) because you are engrossed in what I can only describe as a train wreck you cannot stop watching (reading). It is horrific, fascinating, shocking and disturbing and I couldn't put it down.
Which brings me to this morning, sleep deprived because I indulged in one of those wonderful parts of childhood where you read late into the night because "it's just soooo good, Mom!" and brain mushed because my head is still wrapping itself around in another world. It's going to be a great day!
Now, normally sitting in one place is excruciating for me. It's genetic, I blame it on my parents. We are not a family of sitters. We are a family of doers. Goers. Seers. To ease my pain (and my family's), my son dropped The Hunger Games trilogy in my lap Friday and said (ordered), "Read!" And I did. And Wow! If you haven't read them, go do it. NOW. Not only will you be able to talk intelligently with teenagers, you will find hours magically disappear (and toes heal) because you are engrossed in what I can only describe as a train wreck you cannot stop watching (reading). It is horrific, fascinating, shocking and disturbing and I couldn't put it down.
Which brings me to this morning, sleep deprived because I indulged in one of those wonderful parts of childhood where you read late into the night because "it's just soooo good, Mom!" and brain mushed because my head is still wrapping itself around in another world. It's going to be a great day!