On Monday, I went to the library. ::Gasp!:: I only took the four younger ones with me, although now I wish I would have forced the older two to go along. It's really Kathy's fault. And a little bit of Rachael's, too. Kathy had written a post about herself and said one of her favorite authors was Sophie Kinsella. Ooh, I love the Shopaholic series. In fact, the last book I read, er ... two years ago, was a Shopaholic book. After a few email exchanges with Kathy, I decided to pick up the next book in the series that I hadn't read yet (and there's still one more left).
Since Monday, I have been reading. Or trying to read. I have so many distractions if I try to read during the day. I'm continually interrupted. Luckily, the book is an easy read and I can usually find my place right away. These books make me laugh out loud. Seriously. Until I have tears in my eyes. I'm almost half-way through, which is an accomplishment for me. (I bought A Wrinkle in Time while camping and read about half. I don't have much of a desire to finish it. Not my type of book.)
While we were at the library, I found a book on some of Maryland's local ghost stories and legends for sale. I thought it looked like fun, so I picked up a copy. So, Monday night, as it was getting dark, I called the children downstairs. I had the lights turned off and I was armed with Joe's giant Maglite. They sat down on the floor around my feet and I read some ghost stories aloud in my best "ghost stories voice." Taylor and Carter were glued to every word, asking me to continue. Mason and Jack were a little afraid, begging me to stop. Spenser and Sawyer played in the dark, completely oblivious to what was going on. It was a good time, I'm tellin' ya. A good time. It's starting to feel like summer.