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Audio Books and Hawks |
| Good evening, Family,
Despite recent appearances, or lack of, I have not fallen off the face of the earth. It is Thursday already and nearing the weekend .. time to review which audio-material borrowed from the library I have not yet listened to. Is there enough to get me through the weekend? Check early and avoid panic. The library closes at 2pm on Saturday and does not reopen until 10am on Monday .. that's forty-four long hours without access to the library. A person does not want to be caught on a Sunday afternoon listening to the very last tape or CD recording of the very last audio book she has in her entire house. Absolutely not. That happens to you only once before you learn to check your supply by Friday at the latest. Now, reading a book is a good thing to do. Sometimes you even learn something . Sometimes you just double over laughing in delight. Sometimes you cry. But reading a book requires that you sit down to read. Park yourself somewhere and open up to the place with the ragged scrap of paper sticking out. Or maybe stand quietly against a wall or in some corner. And there is only so much sitting-down-to-read time available to anyone in any given day. The glory of audio books is that you can peel potatoes .. if the poor potato absolutely must be peeled .. or cook an omelet or shred carrots or do any one of thousand of things and still listen to the book. In my house, audio books triple the amount or reading time available. But that is not really what I started out to tell you about. Well, maybe a little bit .. but mostly I wanted to tell you what I saw today. As I left the library with four more books on tape in my tote bag and was walking toward my car, my eyes glanced skyward as they always do whenever I go outside. Its a Pavlovian thing, I think. The sky is like a magnet to my eyes .. walk outside, glance upward. Pass a window, glance skyward. Drive down the road, look at the sky. And there they were! Five of them! All five of them just waiting for me to exit the library and look skyward to discover them. Five beautiful, graceful hawks just gliding across the sky, not moving so much as a single feather to stay aloft or to move themselves forward. They were riding the air currents, gliding along so entirely effortlessly, on and on across the sky and having the time of their lives! It was so beautiful. I think I even heard them laughing. Love to everyone, Aunt Maureen |
