With family visiting from out of state this week, I haven’t much time to read — let alone write or post anything. Most of my reading, in fact, has been at the fourth grade level or lower, depending on which child was talking or climbing into my lap.
I’ve been content with the simple pleasure of short conversations. These conversations always included the question “why?”, and were interrupted by shouts, naps, and sudden urges to get something or go to another room for no apparent reason. Somewhere in there, I shared the joy of reading with a new generation. It may have involved nothing deeper than Calvin and Hobbes, but that’s plenty poignant, I’d say.
I’ll have new NF for Mostly NF next week.
