As usual, a common experience for me--taking books everywhere I go--and you've opened it up to a lot of further consideration. I can go to sleep tonight thinking that the instrument of God is out there playing (and wondering what you might be writing).
One of my out-of-place reading experiences--my younger daughter took up soccer. This was an entirely new experience for me. I never did any sports myself, my oldest despises sports. I always went past soccer fields staring in dismay and wondering why all these people were mulling about or zigzagging all over, and I thanked god I wasn't part of it. Well, here I was now thrown into it because parents want to take interest in what their kids like to do, and she's the kind of kid who likes art and music as much as climbing, running, jumping, and screaming. So ... I walked on up to the field, Laura ran off to the coach, I opened the chair, and I pulled out my book. People looked. I smiled and went back to reading. The game hadn't started yet; I figured it was okay to read. I figured I could read between plays. Finally, someone said, "A book. I never thought of that." Reading is an anomaly at soccer games. Parents are expected to chat and cheer. Ah well, I don't bring books anymore. I do like watching my daughter's growing skill, the grace of movement sometimes, the efficiency in moving the ball across the field, but I haven't been able to shout, and I only chat if necessary. Day dream? Yes. The entire time.
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One of my out-of-place reading experiences--my younger daughter took up soccer. This was an entirely new experience for me. I never did any sports myself, my oldest despises sports. I always went past soccer fields staring in dismay and wondering why all these people were mulling about or zigzagging all over, and I thanked god I wasn't part of it. Well, here I was now thrown into it because parents want to take interest in what their kids like to do, and she's the kind of kid who likes art and music as much as climbing, running, jumping, and screaming. So ... I walked on up to the field, Laura ran off to the coach, I opened the chair, and I pulled out my book. People looked. I smiled and went back to reading. The game hadn't started yet; I figured it was okay to read. I figured I could read between plays. Finally, someone said, "A book. I never thought of that." Reading is an anomaly at soccer games. Parents are expected to chat and cheer. Ah well, I don't bring books anymore. I do like watching my daughter's growing skill, the grace of movement sometimes, the efficiency in moving the ball across the field, but I haven't been able to shout, and I only chat if necessary. Day dream? Yes. The entire time.