Like I Don't Have Enough To Do

This is the pile of books, well, most of them, next to my side of the bed.  I've got a few more on the floor, in addition to a couple of notebooks and long lost (mechanical) pencils.  As in, "Where are all my (mechanical) pencils?  I just bought a ten more the other day!"

I was compelled to picturize and post my pile of reading material for a couple of reasons.  The first being that it is far more attractive and interesting than other piles around the house currently calling my name - the pile of laundry on the bedroom floor, the pile of bills waiting to be opened on my desk, the pile of mending on the kitchen chair, and the pile of medical forms and supporting documents on my dining table.  Blah.

The second reason is much more entertaining - this pile of books reminds me of when Boyfriend and I first got together, a mere year and a half ago.  The first time he saw my bedroom, he noticed a similar pile of books on the table beside my bed.  "I knew I liked you - look at all of those books you're reading at once!"  I had figured we had similar reading styles - reading as many books as possible at a time, in an effort to learn as much as possible, as quickly as possible.  One of many topics of discussion in our pre-dating correspondence was our mutual interest in learning new things.  

So the first time I laid eyes on his bedroom, I laughed.  Books.  Not just beside the bed.  EVERYWHERE.

Yay for books.  Yay for learning.  Yay for mutual interests and fresh beginnings.  Yay for reminders of why you got together with the one you love.