I’ve had this book laying on my bedside table, along with two other books, novels to be exact, for the last month or so, and I just picked it up a few days ago to once again dust around it, and just for thoroughness, inside it, only to find myself reading the first page and never again returning it to the bedside table.
For the last few days, it went with me to the kitchen to cook, just in case I had a spare moment, which I didn’t. It went with me to town, just in case I had some down time in traffic, which I didn’t. It went with me to the farm, just in case I got a break and needed something to do, which I didn’t.
Which is why it took me five days to read it.
If it were up to me, I would have never put it down. But my boys claim they must eat three meals a day to survive and for some reason they also need to learn something during the day, so my reading time was limited.
I’m sure many of you have already read this book, The Help, but for those of you who haven’t, I highly recommend it.
In other news, my husband has informed me that the new squeeze shoot he recently purchased for the farm was purchased with my biceps in mind. His enthusiasm in the ease of operating the new shoot was shattered when he discovered that I wasn’t able to budge the head gate with both hands supported by the entirety of my body weight.
Nevertheless, at some point in the near future, I will be assisting him in the working of the cattle at the farm and will need to figure out a way to manage the head gate.
At this point, my only plan of action is to incorporate plenty of caramel cake into my diet in an effort to increase my body mass to support my biceps in operating the head gate.
Your prayers are appreciated.