Zero Hour

So this is it. The zero hour. I have to be there tomorrow at 5:45am... in other words, too frickin' early. I'll be in the hospital for 4 days. After tomorrow I'll no longer be just me. I'll suddenly be me + 1... what a strange thought. How do people deal with the sudden transition between only having themselves to take care of, themselves to think of, to having a whole other person who depends entirely on you for everything? I wonder what the person I will become would have to say to the person I am now. I hope that I like the new me.

--Dragon Read more!

Woe to Words

I love books. Absolutely love them. Acutally, I'll go so far as to say that if it has writing on it, there's a very good chance that I'm going to read it. I go through about 1-2 books in a day. Not necessarily every day, because I'm pretty sure that the world would run out of books in my lifetime and by the end of it I would get excruciatingly bored. So I try not to read one every day. That's what they invented the internet for, after all. On those off days I peruse various blogs and how-to sites (yesterday I learned a really nifty way to lace my shoes!) until my eyes bleed.

Erik, however, will balk at reading the storyline blurb at the bottom of the screen in video games unless it's completely necessary to understand how to play the game. At the least, I find this to be a travesty and a shame. At the worst, I see it as more proof that our culture's priorities are completely wack and proof that there is much to be desired in our schools. (And I would know... I graduated from said school system only about 2 years ago)

So you see that our ideas about reading are completely contradictory. I've always thought any children I might have would necessarily share my love of reading. But I fear that Erik's ambivalence about it cause us to have marginally literate children who glaze over when assigned reading homework and grow up to be the type who don't bother to read anything longer than a street sign. I'm sure this is a silly thing to worry about with the myriad of other, far more legitimate concerns a prospective parent could have, but this is something that has occured to me on a number of occasions. So what do I do to make sure the Wee Dragon enjoys reading at least as much as a normal person, if not as much as I do?

--Dragon

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