Three books

I was so pleased to find a lot of time to read while we were vacationing. I managed to get through “The Known World,” “Cloud Atlas” and “March.” And now, of course, I can’t find my reading journal. I think I might have left it behind somewhere. So attention, Family: Have you seen my reading journal? I miss it. And I didn’t record any of my thoughts immediately after I finished the books, so they’ve already flittered out of my porous brain. But I know this: They’re all pretty darn bleak.

UPDATE: My journal has been located and will soon be on its way home. Thanks for coming through, Family!

Why I Live Where I Live

Our original plan was to go to Chapel Hill, where Rockford would go to graduate school and I’d … well, I’d do something. But, as usual, things didn’t go according to my plans.

The people at Missouri were so much more friendly than the people at Chapel Hill, and the fellowship offer was better at MU. So we headed West.

And I was miserable.

I was thousands of miles from my home, my family and my friends. I didn’t have a job, so I spent my days sitting in our apartment eating cookies and watching reruns of “Newhart” (OK, so that part wasn’t so bad).

Then things started to change. I found a job. I made some friends. I stopped eating so many cookies. I never would have imagined that I’d shed anything but tears of joy when Missouri was in my rearview mirror, but here we are, two months away from moving again, and my heart is aching.

Andy


I let my brother play with the camera yesterday, and he brought it back with a full memory card. This was my favorite shot.