You never know when it’ll come in handy.
For instance, you might be doing someone a favor by driving a large truck from St. Louis to Middle-of-IL when one of those truck’s tires starts to give you trouble. When you call your mother (source of infinite wisdom!) for advice, she then might convince you that THE TIRE IS DANGEROUS, which is how you end up in a small town with only one gas station. And then, when you try to re-fill that tire with air, you’ll discover the problem: a tear the size of your fingertip, and suddenly, you’re stranded for 2 hours while you wait for AAA to come fix it. A book, you see, will come in handy and suggests to all your new-local-friends-who-are-complimenting-you-on-that-there-nice-truck that you’re too pre-occupied to discuss how many animals it might pull, but thank you anyway!
Luckily, it was a beautiful day and there was a bench nearby, so I just pretended I was on vacation (I find I only read outside when I’m on vacation).
I’m in the middle of A Good Hard Look, which tells a fictionalized story of Flannery O’Connor’s life in the South. At first, that sounded akin to horrible historical fiction, but it’s not, no, not at all, Dear Internet! Definitely worth your eyeballs’ exercise.
I had a lovely weekend, previous adventure excluded. Saturday was spent at a family reunion (dad’s side), where I secretly willed my sister-in-law to go into labor so I can meet that sweet nephew of mine (didn’t work). Then that evening, it was off to a Cardinal’s game to celebrate my mama’s birthday. John ended up staying home sick with a sinus infection (oh, and he was so sad about it – trust me), but the silver lining was that a favorite local friend was able to join me.
I know that summer is ending and weekends like this are numbered, and that makes me sad.