This is a tale of beware of what you wish for – you might get it.
My husband is an extremely intelligent man. He has had a medical practice for 38 years and has received many local honors for his ability as a physician. But the one thing my husband has never done during the entire 46 years I have known him is read for pleasure. He only ever reads for information.
Now being a voracious reader since childhood, I have always wanted him to share the immense enjoyment I feel when I am immersed in a good book. Over the years, I have bought him countless books on a variety of subjects but never could entice him to read them.
This winter Dom semi-retired from his medical practice. Having this extra time during the winter hasn’t been exactly a gift to him. He has been at times like a caged tiger pacing the house trying to figure out what to do with himself. Then one day, while listening to NPR, he expressed an interest in reading the book that was being discussed.
You can imagine my elation at this development. I quickly went on Amazon and had the book in his hands in two days. I had images of us nestled in our easy chairs enjoying each other’s company while quietly reading our books. Well, the nestled in the chairs image has come to pass but not the QUIETLY READING part.
My dear husband now reads aloud to me passages from HIS BOOK. I look up, and I smile, but after many days of this I am ready to commit hari-kari.
Oh well, at least I succeeded in creating another reader.
Wishing you a some quiet reading time this week.