Saturday, March 13, 2010

-words make the world go round - toyotas do it faster-

So I took the day off today; ran away from home. It was the usual girls day out – with a couple of twists. We started our trip by strategizing just what we would do if Connie’s Camry decided to take us on an adventure in super-accelerate mode. I don’t think we came up with a solution that all 3 of us agreed on. I’m pretty sure I’d know what to do, but I’m thankful to be driving my piece-of-junk Ford Windstar instead of anything made by Toyota. (Oops. Did I say that in print? Ford makes our old Dodge Caravan seem like a 4-star hotel.) My poor friend. If she keeps her car, her insurance will go way up. If she sells her car… well, who’s going to buy a Toyota after all this?

Anyway.

So then I made my friends sit and wait while I got a really good haircut by my favorite hairdresser with her cute pregnant belly. Not that making them wait was anything for me to feel guilty about… Not when their villainous plans for the day included going to Applebee’s to WATCH THE KY BASKETBALL GAME. What is the world coming to? Me. At Applebee’s. Watching a ballgame.

I have to admit though. If I’m going to watch sports, I’d rather do it with women. They can follow a game and carry on a conversation at the same time. That was a new experience.

At Shoe Show I found a pair of shoes that fit my two requirements for buy-able sneakers. Comfortable with no laces. And as a bonus… they were Skechers – my favorite! That was all good and wonderful until I asked Debbie, “Do these look dorky?” and she casually answered, “Yeah. They look like an old man’s shoe.” LOL I love having a brutally honest friend. But I liked the shoes enough to buy them in spite of her and her opinion.

And to wrap up this extremely important post… I bet you’d like to know what the Voths are reading these days. As a family, we finished the Moffats series (by Eleanor Estes) and we’ve moved on to another of her books: Ginger Pye. The kids enjoy the evenings that we’re all at home with plenty of time to read together before bed. Next up will be a little Louisa May Alcott. I think we’ll start with Eight Cousins. One of my favorites. The main character is a girl, but the book is jam-packed with boys and their shenanigans.

The other day I started a book by Ron Carlson – The Speed of Light. I’ve only finished the 3rd chapter, but I’m ready to go out and buy everything else he’s written. His writing style and character development amaze me. The book is scattered with descriptive sentences so perfect that I feel I should memorize them. But the story itself distracts me from the poetry of his language – for a page or two. And then I’m whacked with another one of those fantastic sentences.

Judah, my son who is still convinced that he hates to read, has managed to make it to the halfway point in the first Septimus Heap book (by Angie Sage.) He’s enjoying the story, and if it was on audio, he would have finished it in a flash.

Wesley, in his quieter moments, reads the Usborne Book of World History or the Usborne Children’s Encyclopedia. That’s when he’s not reading a mom-assigned book for his book-it chart, like… A Wrinkle in Time.

Malin is an ambitious reader. When she discovered the American Girl books at the library, she didn’t choose one. She checked out 5 or 6. I think she finished most of them before I returned them to our friendly library book drop.

Avery believes that she can’t read. She’s slightly mistaken. She understands beginning sounds of words, ending sounds, and vowel sounds. She spells words out loud for me when I ask her to. Her procrastinator mama knows that we have until the middle of August to put that all together. I kind of think that a 5-year-old mind is a healthy primordial soup that doesn’t need to be rushed.

And there you have it. Some highlights of my day along with a glimpse over our shoulders into the books in our hands.

(If you’re looking over Roger’s shoulder, wake him up! He tends to fall asleep when he reads.)

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