Each time I write a blog entry in my head I have to mentally delete it because it’s just not the kind of thing I can actually post here. But it’s things that make me frustrated that have been occupying a large part of my thoughts lately, hence the infrequent blogging (ugh that it is so vague. I’m fine, seriously, I’m just super annoyed with REDACTED).
I recently picked up David McCullough’s The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris after putting it down midway a few years ago. I walked into the Barnes and Noble at the Grove on a whim the other day and I think just being inside for 15 minutes was enough to remind me that I do actually enjoy reading. I haven’t sat down to read for fun in years (it’s embarrassing) but I did a few times this weekend and it was wonderful. It also helped that I guess I had left off in the middle of the chapter on the Siege of Paris during the Franco-Prussian War and the Paris Commune, two topics which I am immensely interested in. I can’t wait to keep reading.
Tar Pits field trip tomorrow! Will try not to lose any of the kids in the pits, but no promises.