Showing posts with label Mary Roach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mary Roach. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

April Hunting

After about ten years of wearing nonfitted stretch waistbands, she insists that her waistline has completely disappeared.
Mary Roach

I'm always thrilled when I discover a writer whose work I've never explored. One night the guest on The Daily Show was a very funny Mary Roach.  I picked up one of her books. How I've missed her wry and delightful insights into the world might have to do with my not having read a Reader's Digest in I can't even fathom. Or read her books like Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers  or  Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife.

(Thinking my summer reading list just got bigger.)

I've just finished My Planet - Finding Humor in the Oddest Places filled with short, concise three page essays. Hoot and hollering fun. Well, maybe not that loud. But giggling a definite Yes! The kind where people look at you and you can only giggle more. Too fun to share.

With a mind full of giggles, I set out on my April Scavenger Hunt brought you by Made With Love.


Scavenger Hunt

The  April List:
Upside Down
Clouds
Chair
Something sweet
Growth
Glass
Bedroom
Rain
Egg
Fresh
Feet
Whatever You Want

Here we go.

Upside Down
Just found this last night while out to eat. Perfect

Clouds

 Chair
I live in this chair. Within my reach are my book bag,  camera, eye glasses, Emory board, DVD changer, knitting, computer, even more books, a backyard view, hand lotion, notepad and pen, fingernail polish. If I could just figure out how to add a toilet and build a robot to bring me a new cup of tea or glass of wine, I'd never have to move.
 Something Sweet
The flock just born in my Swedish Ivy hanging on the back porch.


Growth
This chart has hung in our laundry room for 27 years. Recorded all three boys. Middle son the tallest at 6'3".

Glass
My favorite wine glass.

Bedroom
Youngest son's room as he left it after his last visit home (ONE YEAR AND FOUR MONTHS AGO) Old family tradition holds that you can't wash the sheets when someone leaves until they come home again. Seriously Bama Chef Boy, time to come home.
Rain
Wonder where they're going?
Egg
My breakfast. Eggs, Uncured Canadian Bacon, a dab of cheddar and Sirracha. Twas pretty dang good.
Fresh
This year's pea crop.
Feet
I should probably take off my Birkenstocks next time I'm sitting in the sun. Bad tan lines.
Whatever I Want

My very strange friends.
Okay, wonder what the May list will bring.

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