When life was a bit slower I always had a book to read. Now life is more busy and I find time for reading to be rare. These days there are convenient ways to carry a library of books around on an e-reader or a tablet, however I don’t enjoy reading an electronic book. There is something about going to a bookstore or library and browsing through the shelves to find the perfect book. To hold the weight of the book and to feel the texture of the pages when turning, it is all part of the experience for me.
Recently I went to Barnes & Noble and on their “Previous Best Sellers” table I found a book by Anton DiSclafani titled “The After Party”. Anton wrote a story about a lifelong female friendship set in the 1950’s glamorous Houston social scene. The relationships are complicated, obsessive, consuming, and captured me from the first page to the last.
The weather forecast is predicting snow. I love being indoors during snow and being able to sit in front of a chilled window that fogs slightly with my breath as I look out. There is something about the glistening sea of white that has been physically altered for a frozen moment that I find beautiful.
While that is my idea of white during a snow there is that other white fury that takes place in the hours leading up to the frosty event. The buying of white milk and white bread.
Last night a friend posted a picture on her Instagram of the almost empty milk coolers at her local market. She’s glad to be lactose intolerant, and I’m glad I don’t drink milk. I understand the buying of bread, but I’m not really sure why people have an overwhelming need to buy milk before snow arrives. Wouldn’t water be better? Juice?
In our home we have our usual water, juice, and my husband’s Cabernet Sauvignon. My only real worry is what if it snows so much I can’t get to Starbucks. Now THAT is something to worry about.
Enjoy the snow!… and milk.