I come from a family of readers. Both my parent read a lot, both my grandmothers were avid readers and I remember my grandfather reading the Omaha newspaper front to back everyday.
I would have to say that Judy Blume was a big influence in my love of reading. There were other books I remember from growing up, No Flying in the House, Going Crazy, and Little House in the Big Woods. Then my Dad introduced me to suspense, thrillers and science fiction/fantasy. I found Stephen King, V. C. Andrews, and Piers Anthony.
Lately with my chronic fatigue I find it hard to read as much as I used to. But, I read a lot here on WordPress and I occasionally listen to audio books. I have been so behind on blogs until this weekend there was not a lot of spare time to read. Now I hope to get to the Bruce Springsteen autobiography and the book Strange Weather by Joe Hill (he is one of my favorite authors), but first I promised my daughter (who reads more than anyone I know) I would read a book she bought on Kindle.
He was doing it again and it drove her crazy. Anytime he grew impatient he would bounce his leg. As they sat in the waiting room to see her doctor his idiosyncrasy was showing. “Would you please stop that,” she asked him.
“Stop what,” he replied.
She shook her head and said, “You were bouncing again. You always do this when we are here. It is embarrassing.”
“What if this was a medical condition I had?”
“Then I would say you need help.”
“That sounds like you, always running to the doctor.”
She sighed and went back to her magazine.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – idiosyncrasy
I have given it much thought and I think I will pick a topic of sorts. Basically a chance for you to get to know me a little bit better. Each day I will pick something about me to write about. I hope you enjoy this little challenge, I think I will.
A is for Agate
When I was young we had a friend whose dog had puppies. They were a mix of a Pekingese and a Poodle, a Peekapoo. We brought one home and waited to see how he interacted with the cats we already had. But first we had to name him.
My dad came up with the name of Agate. I only knew of it as a type of stone. There is also the definition from the word origins that meant a diminutive person… that is what Dad said would fit this little dog perfectly.
He was a good little watch dog and ate more cat food than dog food. He was very protective and would growl at a couple of my friends when they came over, never bite only threatened.
Sadly my Mom had him taken to the animal shelter when we got new carpet. She did it while I was in school and I never got a chance to say goodbye. I still miss my little Agate.