This is her with her fiance. He’s a pretty swell guy. She must think so, too, since she’s marrying him. I don’t think he’s swell enough to marry, myself, but that’s okay. I don’t have to. He’s still pretty cool.
I get to be Lace’s maid of honour, and we’re spending Saturday planning for that blessed event. Which means I’m a wee bit distracted from turning my full attention to the blog. I hope you all can forgive me.
In the meantime, here’s a short story to tide you over.
So lately I was in a bit of a funk and I was grumbley and I whined for a while until I realized that I haven’t finished a book in a while–always a sure-fire way to make me whine. I was out celebrating Monsieur’s new job with him when I oh-so-subtly mentioned that we were across the street from our local (amazing) bookstore. We wandered in after our meal and I walked out twenty minutes later laden down with three new books. It was a good moment.
One book and I, in particular, are on especially close terms. That was last Wednesday, and I’m happy to announce that the book and I have finished the initial read-through of our relationship together, and we plan on spending years to come together. He’s at home on my bookshelf now, and I encourage you to find a copy for yourself. This book was an amazing read–fast, but not too fast. Funny, but also carefully and beautifully written. The ideas are thought-provoking and interesting, if you can take them seriously enough to consider. The writing is so well crafted–the metaphors are fabulous. It was a joy, and a joy that lifted me from the depths of my grumble-bumble mood.