“Between the pages of a book is a lovely place to be.”
Not a lot of writing has been accomplished around here lately. Mom reads instead. Blog posts, web sites, her Kindle,
and she listens on Audible sometimes too, and calls that reading. The jury is out on that one.
I do not actually know how to read without help, but Mom let me look at the pictures in a book about one of our therapy dog friends.
Dog books are my favorites. Mom rarely reads dog books, in case she’s afraid the dog will die in the story. This wasn’t that kind of book.
Unlike Mom, I never slack off on my jobs and responsibilities around the house. I watch for danger
(or the Amazon truck),
control the traffic,
help with the housework,
and make sure none of our drive-thru/curbside car food goes to waste.
We’re hoping that next week, Mom can get back to writing. She has an idea for a new piece to start, but she’s still mind-writing it instead of buckling down to work. I guess mind-writing is writing like Audible is reading.