When I was five or six years old, my mother walked me down to the public library a few blocks from our home. Within a few months I was going by myself and lugging back my treasures. I’d read four or five books a week, on top of my schoolwork, chores and hobbies. I’ve slowed down a bit since then, but not much.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I drove down to the library this afternoon, thinking I had a meeting there and was taken aback when I was told the meeting was next Wednesday. Since I was speaking with one of the librarians, I pulled out my card and asked nicely if she would extend the time I had on the four books I’d taken out two weeks ago.
I haven’t even finished one of them. So I guess I’ve slowed down a lot, actually.
And it’s going to get worse, at least for another month or so. I have one more round of eye surgery, tentatively scheduled for next Thursday. I have to have the silicon oi8l removed from my left eye. The eye doc said it should only take fifteen minutes instead of the ninety minutes the first round took. I think I mentioned in one of my earlier posts that I would prefer a root canal to another retinal repair.
I still feel that way.