Monthly Archives: July 2018
My husband had been complaining about our mattress for about two years before I finally acquiesced to doing something about it. See I feel the same way about mattress shopping as I do car shopping. I know I’m going to be bombarded by salespeople who aren’t going to listen to me. I’m going to test drive something, but I won’t be driving it the way I drive normally (and there will be someone staring at me and asking me questions while I do it). We’re going to end up “crunching numbers” as an incentive for us to buy. And as an added bonus, there’s no real way to do any price comparison going from mattress store to mattress store. Essentially, mattress shopping is an introvert’s nightmare.So I put it off until we were at the chiropractor’s so much we were inviting them out to dinner like old friends.
I have a stack of books sitting on my desk.
Okay, who am I kidding pretty much everywhere I go I have a stack of books within arm’s reach—even in the kitchen (of course the kitchen’s book stack is cookbooks). But the stack of books sitting on my desk right now is a little more important to me than the other stacks of books in my house. These books, with the exception of Prairie Fires and The Great Halifax Explosion are all books I’ve read before—most numerous times—and were formative in some way. The top two books are lovely leather bound Word Cloud editions of Anna Karenina and The Wizard of Oz (full disclosure, I have only read Anna Karenina one time, but it really sealed my love of Tolstoy’s writing). The next two books are anniversary editions: Little House on the Prairie (75th Anniversary Edition) and Harriet the Spy (50th Anniversary Edition).