Reading

Now that I have some leisure time, I have been reading. At first I delved into the treasured remaining books on my shelves (after so many purgings) and took time to enjoy them, then I started visiting the library. On my last visit I asked for a book that Connie has read and I think enjoyed, but there's no telling when I may get it as I am 42nd in line. Meanwhile there are other good ones to pluck from the shelves. From the new book section I got a book about an Emergency Room written by a young doctor and a cute story by Alexander McCall Smith. I also finally checked out the second book by the skilled writer Charles Frazier, Thirteen Moons, that I did not set time aside to enjoy when it came out three years ago. Now I can savor his fine similes and metaphors. I read the autobiography of Leiber and Stoller, and have a biographical novel about Jefferson on deck. I can tell I am learning how to relax because I am actually completing the reads, something my short attention span has had a hard time doing.  And that's a good thing.