I want some time where I'm not busy. Apparently I don't want it badly enough, because I am continuously occupied.

Last night, we went to the driving range. I got to prove, through an entire medium bucket of balls, how much I suck. Then, I went to the grocery store and bought a lot of food (partially, this is based on my memory of the twins as basically bottomless stomachs). Then Kelly came over to hang out (and deliver my awesome birthday present from Cari). I made dinner and chopped up fruit for the week.

And then, I couldn't restrain myself, I absolutely had to watch Wrinkle in Time, which ABC/Disney turned into a TV movie (I had TiVo-ed it from earlier in the evening). So I was up until midnight, engrossed in the movie. It was awesome for a made for TV movie - the beginning of the movie was amazingly like I pictured it from the book (the second half kind of diverged). About 15 minutes into the movie, I said something to Nick and Kennda like "This is so awesome they made this into a movie finally -- isn't it just how you pictured it?" And they looked at me like I had fallen off my rocker, watching this random kids movie with space travel and a centaur/pegasus and weird telepathic kids. They couldn't figure out why I was obsessing. This is when I realize not only had neither Kennda nor Nick read Wrinkle in Time as children, but they had never even heard of it! Oh, deprived children. So, I thrust my beat up old copy (pages are falling out of it from being read so many times) on Kennda and said READ.

I know not everyone is as an avid reader like I am, nor had the benefit of having a mother who was really into finding me good books. But I feel like without authors like Madeline L'Engle, C.S. Lewis, Shel Silverstien, etc. there would have been a lot less magic in my childhood. I related to Meg and wanted to be her best friend, and I was going to marry someone just like Calvin, and I wished I had Charles Wallace's special gifts. And I was Susan and wanted a little sister like Lucy. I tried to be Sarah Cythia Silvia Stout who wouldn't take the garbage out. I impressed a queen dragon. I tried to build Teribithia in the climbing tree in our backyard.

Ok, maybe I was a weird kid. Magic is a beautiful thing.