Reading "A Circle of Quiet" in a Square of Noise

Finally. I have finished reading "A Circle of Quiet", again.

I started it earlier in the spring and laid it aside to read several other books.

Quite possibly I shall next read "A Wrinkle in Time". That will be a stretch for me, as I really do not enjoy fantasy. Although, I do very much love the non-fiction writings of fantasy writers.

My 10 cent copy of "A Circle of Quiet" continued to fall apart as read it. I will be on the look-out for a nicer copy. This one should make great decoupage paper. It is nicely yellowed.

I enjoyed nearly every word in this book, but this stood out to me:

"Far too many people misunderstand what 'putting away childish things' means, and think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year=old or a thirteen-year-old or a twenty-three-year old means being grownup. When I'm with these people I, like the kids, feel that if this is what it means to be a grownup, then I don't ever want to be one."

"Instead of which, if I can retain a child's awareness and joy, and be fifty-one, then I will really learn what it means to be grownup. I still have a long way to go."

Ummm. Me too.

Until then, I shall be jotting down notes on the journey to grownupness. I think I'll titled it, "A Parallelogram of Pathos", because 'the journey to grownupness' sounds bulky.

Or something.

Sunday!

Progress is being made on repairs to the computer. Hopefully, I will be back at it soon.

I thought I would miss writing more, but what I actually miss is reading all of my favorite blogs!

I've remembered how to write with pen and paper, but that doesn't fill the need to know what is going on with all of my blog and e-mail friends.

Jonge is talking A LOT, Famke can pull herself up, we have all recovered nicely from the flu and my blood sugar is great all day, but still rises while I sleep. I do not have that figured out yet.

My mom has been treated for an infection, but seems to be doing MUCH better. My dad had a lovely visit with her yesterday. They had their Saturday bag of popcorn together and had a very nice time chatting.

Hopefully next you hear from me, I shall be writing from my own kitchen. There is, I am told, always hope.