It's not my fault.
Mom's in love with words. In fact, she's addicted.
Did you know that? Mom loves words. She hunts them down. She likes new ones, she likes old ones. She likes knowing how to spell them all correctly. She likes word puzzles. But most of all she likes to follow them.
Mom loves to read.
You know Mom's got a Kindle. Over the last two or three weeks she has been hooked on the thing, reading as she eats breakfast, reading at lunch, reading as she eats her dinner. She's been reading as she pets me, and has been reading until past her bedtime. She even wakes up in the middle of the night and reads.
There's this guy, Inspector Gamache, in the books she is reading now. Mom's reading the sixth one. She finished the fifth one yesterday, and already she is 3/4 finished the sixth one. After this, there is one more, then she will have to wait for Inspector Gamache's creator, Louise Penny, to write some more.
In the meantime the house goes to pot. Mom doesn't make her bed in the morning (not that I'm complaining. It's a great place to nap.) She goes day hunting, and when she gets home, she feeds me, then sits down to read. After a while she makes her dinner, and eats it (while reading.) She puts the dirty dishes on the counter, and then goes back to reading. She hasn't done any sewing, and as you all know, she hasn't helped me with my blog posts lately.
Mom will run out of words about Inspector Gamache in a few days. The US Open tennis tournament will start next week, and then it will be All Tennis, All The Time. I'm getting my stinky goodness, my treats, and my scritches, so don't worry about me.
I'm just happy that Kindle isn't like the linking books in Myst and Riven.
**Update: Mom finished her book, and the newest one won't come out until next week, so it looks like I have my Mom to myself for a few days!
Go on over to Roxy's and wish Auntie Karate a Happy Birthday.