Today I finally finished this series (in the front of the picture) that I began reading back in 2004. Seven years ago. That’s how long it took for the author to write the series. When I finally got the last book, I had to re-read the first 3, just so I could remember what happened.
It’s the picture of the day because I’ve spent the last couple of weeks brushing my teeth and reading these books.
The books in the back of the picture are another series. You can see five books in the picture. I’ve only read the first four books. Why? Because the author took six years to write the fifth book. Six years!
The author says that he can complete the story in seven books. But at one book every six years, he won’t be done for twelve more years! He’s 63 years old! In twelve years he’ll be 75! He could die and no one will ever know how it ends! Oh, the horror!
If he does finish all seven before he dies (in 12 years), I plan on reading the entire series all in one sitting. The kids will be out of the house by then. I’ll only get up to go to the bathroom and open the door for the Chinese takeout delivery guy. In 12 years I’ll have been married for 32 years, so I’m sure Darling Husband will know to leave me alone for those couple of weeks.
(My reading was a source of much tension when we first got married. Watch this video. It’s one of my favorite songs and it pretty much sums up our first year of marriage.*)
Speaking of Chinese takeout, I had shrimp fried rice for dinner tonight. (Not Li’s.)
I called Darling Husband and said, “I’m not cooking dinner tonight. I want shrimp fried rice.”
And he said, “Didn’t we just get Chinese food on Saturday?”
And I said, “I fail to see the correlation between a meal that I ate two days ago and my current craving. How are these two events related?” He couldn’t come up with a rebuttal and I got my shrimp fried rice.
I’m finding that raising an eyebrow, speaking in measured tones, and pretending to be a Vulcan is effective. Especially on the children. Now that I’ve made the kids watch Star Trek, they finally understand logic.
For example, sometimes my son will ask for something and I’m not sure if I want to say yes or no. “Can I have that donut?” I might answer, “Hmmm. I don’t know. We’ll be eating dinner in an hour. You should probably wait.” When he hears that, he will become whiny and generally unpleasant until I tell him to knock it off. And then he gets mopey.
But this time when he got whiny and mopey and unpleasant, I said, “It is illogical for you to behave so emotionally. It is a medical fact that eating a donut one hour before dinner will cause you not to be hungry enough to eat your dinner, resulting in a deficiency of necessary vitamins. Furthermore, experience should tell you that behaving in this manner is ineffective. A more logical course of action would be to state your case to determine whether we can come to a mutually beneficial understanding.”
He gave me a confused dog stare…and then stated his case. He got to eat a few bites of donut and saved the rest for after his meal. And no more whining!
*For those of you who wondered:
In the house by his window, he’s reading The Nanny Diaries.
Pulled over in the car is Marley and Me.
(I know because I recognized the covers.)