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| We have an abundance of books and magazines in our living room and family room, and scattered amounts in other rooms. The babies come to visit and set their hands on all the books, magazines, and newspapers. Their parents seem to think this is okay. When they leave I have a pile of reading materials in the walkways and under the coffee table. On one such recent visit, I picked up a book I could barely recall buying. I rearranged the bookshelves and cleaned up the piles around the room, but decided to read this paperback. Once into it, it seemed faintly familiar, but I couldn't recall the gist of it. I'm halfway through it now, and it is familiar, but I really can't recall what happens next. Either I wasn't impressed, or my mind is finally going. Usually I recall a story once I glance at it, like watching a movie you've seen before. It's all familiar even if you've forgotten some details. This one leaves me out to lunch. It is a quick read, so maybe it just didn't engage me enough. It's got a catchy title: Happy People Read and Drink Coffee. It's not a commentary on life. It's actually the name of a shop in Paris that sells both books and coffee. Little takes place in the shop. The book, written in French and translated into English, uses Ireland for most of the setting. It gives the impression that most people smoke heavily and consume large amounts of alcohol. Rarely does anyone read or drink coffee. Maybe I'll remember it this time, so I won't read it again in a year or two. Or I can donate it to the neighbor "little library". Meanwhile, I'm trying to work on the older children's manners, like staying at the dinner table until they are dismissed. And picking up the toys before they go home. Unfortunately, I leave for handbells practice before they leave, so I'm not there to enforce that. I come in from church and load the dishwasher, wipe the table, and sweep the floor. Then I tackle books and toys, etc. You can see the adults are setting the model here. They are there to visit my father, the old man who can't hear them and doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. He loves books as much as I do. The newspaper collections are his. Only a year and a half before the youngest one is past the worst of it. By then the older ones will be bored with everything here. If I can just keep at it a little longer, we can have our home again. |
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