Just before Thanksgiving, JT finally agreed to read the first book in the Harry Potter series. I'd been urging this idea on him for years and he resisted, explaining to me, "I've already seen the movies." But once he got started on the series, he was like a junkie, eagerly turning page after page, recapping the most exciting elements of the books, announcing that the movies weren't nearly as good, and negotiating for a just a few more minutes of reading at every bedtime. He was a pretty good reader before, but this development has been remarkable for the passion and excitement it's engendered. I know that I'm hardly the first parent to remark on the power of the Harry Potter books but, wow, I really had no idea. It's truly remarkable. He's reading book five right now and expects to finish before the night is over. Book six is at the ready on his nightstand, prepared to absorb him with the magic of it all.
I’ve grown weary of the daily Trump ignorance and mysogyny. I think that the void in GOP leadership is terrifying for our nation. I like to read (I just finished Winston Graham’s The Angry Tide), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… jack-o-lanterns, Halloween decorations, Fall mums, cool mornings, black cats, witch hats & broomsticks, cheese trays, You Tube hair videos, Fall sweaters, watching JT cross the finish line, my teal coffee cup, planning treats, sunrises, sleeping with the windows open, good books, visits with family, Ken Burns documentaries, and the feel of a sweaty workout.