This is the last week here before school starts. Our city and county teamed together to mandate that all school the first nine weeks will be virtual, so I’m less stressed than I would be if they were going back to a classroom right now, but that also introduces back the stress from the end of last year which is: DO NOT MAKE ME IN CHARGE OF MY KID’S EDUCATION. I mean, I’m an okay teacher if I’m having a good day and a very engaged student…BUT that’s not a very lofty achievement for the requirements which…um…rarely exist in this house. The best I can offer is “okay” and only if A) I’m having a good day and B) my kid wants to be learning?
That’s the best I can offer, kids. Let’s go.
Yesterday was Book Lovers Day – if the internet is to be trusted on such things – and it really got me thinking as I photographed my bookshelf. I really do love books. Not just reading. But…books. I got into e-readers for a little while many moons ago…but I felt like I actually read less when I was using an e-reader and I also felt like it didn’t give me that weird serotonin rush or that calming feeling that sitting and reading a book does for me. There’s something about holding a book that both stimulates my happy brain chemicals and calms my anxious ones. Maybe because my brain has been programmed to think screens are stressful but an e-reader just doesn’t do that for me.
I just love books. If I had a lot of expendable income, I would buy every book I wanted to read and simply donate the ones I didn’t want to keep afterwards. No fancy salon days for me. No designer clothes. No high tech watches or phones. Nope. Just let buy a book every time I want to read one. Let me hold it in my hand and if I love it? Let me put it on my bookshelf to stare at periodically.
Because I do that now…just stare at my bookshelf. I just love it so.