There are a few blogs that I read that people write every single day. I am amazed at how they can write every day without fail. It doesn't seem that their lives are especially more exciting than mine but they write about it in a more interesting manner. Well, Martha's days are jam-packed with exciting everything. Hers were so full that I stopped reading them because it is a little hard to relate to someone who always is up to amazing things, even if there are 45 people arranging everything for her.
Sylvia is enjoying her sweater keeping her very warm and cozy out in the cold, in addition to looking very chic.
Asa was born last night. Asa is the son of Liz's friend, Kelli. She was texting Liz in the morning while she was having contrctions and then we heard nothing until about 11PM last night telling us that Asa made his entry around 10PM. That is all that we know at this point. His sweater has been waiting for him for a couple of weeks.
Janet sent me a picture of a hat she wanted about a month ago. I got as close as I could. Not too bad.
I looked at my book list yesterday and figured out that I have read exactly 175 books since I retired in July of 2005. That is almost exactly one/week. It is nice.
"Eclipse", number three of the Stephenie Meyers' series. It was pretty good, as good as the first two. Am going to wait to read the last one. Well, the last one for now since the author seems to be pouting now about the next book.
This book, oh, this book. One of my neighbors gave this to me a week ago to read and it is fascinating. It is the story of the author's experience with bipolar disease. She is so so sick, so sick. There is a lot of discussion in the field of psychiatry about whether or not kids can really be bipolar but she definitely was. By the time she was nine years old she was bulimic. Pure madness in her brain all the time. I find myself having to stop reading it because it is so exhausting. When working in psych I always thought about how awful it must be to live with the demons that some of these people live with. This book absolutely demonstrates that. I can only think that she will eventually manage it as she was able to write this book as well as a book about her bulimia.
