The PLEASURE OF READING

I have within the past weeks become a caregiver for my father. I have been down this rutted path before so it’s not all new to me. It is lonely, tiring, and mind numbing. I make lists of things I need to do and while making the list I remember something else to add and quickly forget what it was I was already adding. I must remember to eat along with dole out meds, take care of appointments, and even just get the mail. It is at night when I spend a short time reading before sleep that I have a few moments to remember who I am.

Though again, I cannot fully participate in Sepia Saturday, I did want to post a few images for the theme of reading. All but the first image have been posted in the past, but all are moments of someone enjoying the simple pleasure of reading.

My books are my friends and acquaintances. Some I cherish, some I bitterly sneer at. I feel sorry for those who have no connection to books or bookstores. When I go into a home devoid of books I feel the place is incomplete and empty. Anyone who comes into my home and peruses my large bookshelves will find bits of me ready to be taken from the shelves and discovered.

If you arrived via Sepia Saturday do not feel obligated to leave a comment because I cannot do the same.

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SITTING and READING

I literally dreamt about this photo last night so I figured I had to post it. It was purchased at an estate sale last year.

It was a restless night with little sleep. When I did sleep I had some very strange and adventurous dreams. In one of the more mundane moments, I suddenly realized I needed to find a photo and began going through albums. I came upon this one. In the real world this is not in an album. In my dream I wrote a whole post about this fellow and the marvelous room. The simple fact that he's sitting and reading is charming these days. And please note his book does not require batteries. My mental writing was very clever, but alas I remember none of it so my even saying it was clever is to be questioned. In my dream I believed it clever, but then I went and petted my feral peacock so there you go. Oh, and there was something about spies.

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I love the peaceful setting of this room. The victrola. The beautiful clock on the bookcase. Even the bookcase itself. Then add in the light from what appears to be a bedroom. A comfortable and lovely home. Let's escape there for awhile and just wander through the rooms while he quietly reads. Don't bother the reader. If he looks up just nod and smile and quietly explore. I expect he too has a nice smile.