Assignment #4: Exiting the comfort zone. Try something new.
Once there was a girl who was constantly followed...
by a pile of books. (Or, more accurately, lots and lots of piles.) They were there all day- surrounding her- and chomping at her heels. Does she run...or did she face them and surrender?
There was a pile of books loaded upon her phone, begging to be read first thing in the morning. "It's 6am, they called, "come sit with us in the quiet stillness, before the house fills with the joyful groans of a new day."
She walks into the kitchen, and beside the refrigerator, peeking out from a stack of papers and art projects was a little book crying, "Have you forgotten about me? I was almost buried alive. Please come rescue me from under here, and we will enjoy of cup of tea together."
She walks into her sons' room and trips upon the plethora of colorful board books that had been tucked into bed with her toddler. "Save us! From grimy hands, from being chewed and thrown and having to bear the loud wails in that jail!"
The big boy stumbles from his bed, telling about an adventurous book, detail by detail. Asking me to read just a piece of the tale with him. "Oh, please, just this one paragraph," says the book in his hand. But alas, there is breakfast waiting and school is about to start.
A package arrives from Amazon, she greedily rips it open, happy her new treasure has arrived, and it calls, "Read me, NOOOOW!" But, her girl calls louder from the other room, "Help me, NOOOOOOOOOW!" and she runs to go avert a minor emergency.
She hops in the car to drop the kids, run the errands and make it to appointments, and hears a little voice whisper, "Put in those earphones, I'm a happy little audio book that will drown out the noise of traffic and the whines from the backseat." But, he is interrupted by that phone call she had been waiting for.
Homework time is upon her and as she sits at the table with her kids, the piles of books that have set up permanent residence at the end of the table sneak closer and closer until they are at her fingertips. Each book calling, "Pick me, Read me, Hold me, Touch me, Open me, Remember me." But, the dog is barking and the baby is having a tantrum that is just a bit louder, so she has to run far away from the books to take him outside. But, she grabs one to take with her! Finally, surely she can sit in the shade while the boy romps about..."Mommy, push me on the swing!" And the book gets left by itself to bathe in the sun.
Dinner time comes around and the cookbooks holler, "Read us, I have a plan for tonight!" But, she ignores them as she whips up something tasty from the leftovers.
After dinner, when the family curls up on the couch, a book that she has hidden behind the pillow makes it into her hands! She reads the same page 7 times, distracted by the TV and the vacuum and the laundry baskets that are chanting, "Fold me, Fold me, Fold me." She tucks it away for later, and tackles that laundry.
Bedtime, book time, snuggle time. The kids' books that are loved and worn get read one more time, while the bags of new books from the library sit by jealously whispering to one another.
She would like to take a long bath and read a book in the tub, but she doesn't have a tub and hasn't figured out how to read in the shower. So she quickly takes a shower and does the dishes and makes up the bed and crawls in to finally enjoy something from that pile on her nightstand. "MY turn," they insist. She reaches under her pillow and grabs the one still there from the previous night, "I win!" he hollers for all to hear.
But, she is asleep before she can even open it. And, the piles of books that have been chasing her all settle down to rest before they begin the attack again tomorrow.
Once there was a girl who was constantly followed...
by a pile of books. (Or, more accurately, lots and lots of piles.) They were there all day- surrounding her- and chomping at her heels. Does she run...or did she face them and surrender?
There was a pile of books loaded upon her phone, begging to be read first thing in the morning. "It's 6am, they called, "come sit with us in the quiet stillness, before the house fills with the joyful groans of a new day."
She walks into the kitchen, and beside the refrigerator, peeking out from a stack of papers and art projects was a little book crying, "Have you forgotten about me? I was almost buried alive. Please come rescue me from under here, and we will enjoy of cup of tea together."
She walks into her sons' room and trips upon the plethora of colorful board books that had been tucked into bed with her toddler. "Save us! From grimy hands, from being chewed and thrown and having to bear the loud wails in that jail!"
The big boy stumbles from his bed, telling about an adventurous book, detail by detail. Asking me to read just a piece of the tale with him. "Oh, please, just this one paragraph," says the book in his hand. But alas, there is breakfast waiting and school is about to start.
A package arrives from Amazon, she greedily rips it open, happy her new treasure has arrived, and it calls, "Read me, NOOOOW!" But, her girl calls louder from the other room, "Help me, NOOOOOOOOOW!" and she runs to go avert a minor emergency.
She hops in the car to drop the kids, run the errands and make it to appointments, and hears a little voice whisper, "Put in those earphones, I'm a happy little audio book that will drown out the noise of traffic and the whines from the backseat." But, he is interrupted by that phone call she had been waiting for.
Homework time is upon her and as she sits at the table with her kids, the piles of books that have set up permanent residence at the end of the table sneak closer and closer until they are at her fingertips. Each book calling, "Pick me, Read me, Hold me, Touch me, Open me, Remember me." But, the dog is barking and the baby is having a tantrum that is just a bit louder, so she has to run far away from the books to take him outside. But, she grabs one to take with her! Finally, surely she can sit in the shade while the boy romps about..."Mommy, push me on the swing!" And the book gets left by itself to bathe in the sun.
Dinner time comes around and the cookbooks holler, "Read us, I have a plan for tonight!" But, she ignores them as she whips up something tasty from the leftovers.
After dinner, when the family curls up on the couch, a book that she has hidden behind the pillow makes it into her hands! She reads the same page 7 times, distracted by the TV and the vacuum and the laundry baskets that are chanting, "Fold me, Fold me, Fold me." She tucks it away for later, and tackles that laundry.
Bedtime, book time, snuggle time. The kids' books that are loved and worn get read one more time, while the bags of new books from the library sit by jealously whispering to one another.
She would like to take a long bath and read a book in the tub, but she doesn't have a tub and hasn't figured out how to read in the shower. So she quickly takes a shower and does the dishes and makes up the bed and crawls in to finally enjoy something from that pile on her nightstand. "MY turn," they insist. She reaches under her pillow and grabs the one still there from the previous night, "I win!" he hollers for all to hear.
But, she is asleep before she can even open it. And, the piles of books that have been chasing her all settle down to rest before they begin the attack again tomorrow.