Reading Material

Added feature of traveling from north to south via automobile: The ability to pick up newspapers and magazines from places we have stopped along the way. From the recipes that I found in New England ‘s “Yankee” , to the creative articles in the free copy of “Skirt” that I picked up in Charleston, SC, to the Countryside that I found amongst my daughters reading material , I have been finding treasures, including this great article on compost, as gardeners, can we ever get enough info on composting?

I am one of those people that enjoy the selections to be found at the doctor’s office, but this is so much better because I get to take them with me. New York Times in the morning, USA Today for the afternoon, and the local paper from whatever city we found ourselves in along the way - it has been a treat to have this extra time to read. Even the SKY magazine provided by Delta on the flight out here had such great travel info on New York and London that it found its way into my backpack to take back for a friend in Fallon who visits those cities often.

It doesn’t seem to matter where we get it from, this almost insane need to read everything around us, just that we get it. Personally, for me it came from my Mom. She always had books, magazines, newspapers piled up on every available space in the house. We read box tops, can labels, billboards – you name it, we read it. We made trips to the library monthly, and enjoyed the fact that in the mid 60’s there was still enough money in the Miami budget that the bookmobile visited our suburban neighborhood twice a month. Do they even have bookmobiles anymore?

This morning’s read is the Jacksonville Folio, a local tabloid similar to our own Reno News & Review. We are looking for some small local shops to visit, and information about children’s programs in the area. And later today, who knows………but you will more than likely find me on the back patio of Sara’s new home, looking out over the forest of pines that make up her backyard, and yeah, I’ll be reading. Till later, Susan