Vacations are nice.
I get to be completely unproductive to my heart’s content.
Unfortunately this is not a vacation. At least not yet. Because my parent’s house isn’t sold yet the place is under high alert. It is even more like a museum than usual. Everything must be kept spotless and furniture that you’ve come to know and love seems to have been moved into the back vaults unexpectedly.
Last night there was an open house, so the place needed to be perfect. Sections were closed off and the dog wasn’t even allowed inside. That evening we then went out for dinner while strangers rummaged through our stuff. I think it went well, but none of the family will know until the house sells. Only our realtor knows for sure.
Still I have fit a few vacation elements in. I was able to get the latest J.K. Rowling book. FYI, it’s cheapest at Safeway or Superstore. Don’t bother with the bookstores, they’re trying to make a profit. I just finished it.
I feel bad that I got it the day it came out. I feel like one of the geeks who has to have it and devour it as soon as possible. But I needed something to read on this “vacation” and, well, why not this. In my defense I haven’t revolved my life around reading it. But when you start getting to the end of any book, things get more interesting as plots that have been developing begin to ripen, and it becomes harder to put down.
The book was good. I am not the target audience so it doesn’t stir my soul. It was really just like all the other ones though. I won’t recommend or dis-recommend (is that even a word?) because you already know if you are going to read it or not. If you’ve read the last five, chances are you can make up your own mind.