Coming to you a little early this morning, as I am preparing to take a little road trip to the Gulf Coast to meet friends for SHOPPING! We do this every year. Two buddies from Indiana vacation down yonder, and while they are here, we meet at the Premium Outlets in Ellenton for retail therapy. It is like a mini-vacation for me. This year I don't have many clothes that fit anymore, and since I am loathe to clothing shop with the teenager, this is my big chance.
I feel like this trip could not come at a better time. I've had stress. My son got sucked into some trouble at school (a guilt by association thing), there are some issues at one of my book clubs that is tempting me to walk away, and my daughter has been catching squirrels.
I know I said that last week had the potential to be squirrelly, but this one truly WAS. She had no luck with snares...big surprise...so she got herself a humane trap to catch them. I have always been very supportive of her animal obsessions, but this is just over the top. She caught two and them put them in a cat carrier and tried to tame them. Both of them went into shock and just laid there, willing themselves to die, and eventually she let them go. She really wants to catch a wild bunny. Girl is having serious pet cravings. Having six cats isn't enough apparently.
We had a great day working at the animal shelter yesterday. For Cinquo de Mayo, they had a promotion called Cinquo de Meow, where all cats could be adopted for $5 instead of $40. It was INSANE! Cats flying everywhere, people fighting over them, babies finding new homes. It was a beautiful thing.
As far as reading is concerned, I finally finished "Fifty Shades of Stupidity" (I mean Grey) and I am having a really really hard time trying to understand the attraction. It is like a cornball romance only with worse writing and more deviant sex. I'm not sure what it means that the entire female population is getting off on these books. I really had no desire to pick it up from day to day, but needed to finish it for book club. I would tell my husband "leave me alone, I'm reading my porn". I have no inclination to respond to the manipulative cliff-hanger at the end and read the rest of the trilogy. I just don't care.
Anyway. I am now about halfway through "Pandemonium" by Lauren Oliver, the second of three books in the Delirium series. So far it isn't as breath-taking as "Delirium", but I'm enjoying it.
On audio I finished Lee Child's "The Affair", getting my regular dose of Jack Reacher. Now if you are looking for some smoking hot sex, forget Fifty Shades and pick up this audio. I almost had to pull over once. Then I listened to Jaycee Dugard's memoir "A Stolen Life", which was awful, terrible, maddening, but so inspirational. That is one young woman who has her head screwed on straight, and is braver than I could ever be. I am now several discs into "Heft" by Liz Moore, and it is absolutely wonderful. The narration is as perfect as it gets. Just...perfection.
The next few weeks I'm going to be heading into treacherous waters. I've got an 8th grader who is graduating and there are a number of events involved...a retreat, a dinner, a party, graduation practice and then the real thing. Two field trips on which I am chaperoning that require over two hours of driving. Year-end planning for the Home and School board. Preparing my daughter for high school summer school. Year-end projects to complete. Husband out of the country. I have started running for the first time in...25 years I think, in order to stave off a nervous breakdown. Running and shopping will save me, I'm just sure of it.