i had a million things to do,
and then -
i went to pick up a book and put it away.
a good book.
this is really good.
there was something in here.....
i'll just take a peek.
a little flip of the page here.
a little flip of the page there...
reminded of another i had on my shelf that i hadn't seen in a long time,
i wandered over.
just a quick look...
and then i went to another book shelf.
why's this one over here?
i'd rather have it over there.
i started looking, holding, moving and treasuring a whole buncha books.
what am i doing??? i thought.
i had so much to go work on.
but i couldn't tear myself away.
i felt like i was surrounded by some of my best buds ever.
finding a special spot for my favorites, i patted them, smiled, and headed back to work.
i thought of my dad as i sat back down.
he was about as non-materialistic as you get.
he had two luxuries in his life -
air conditioning and books.
thank goodness it was the air conditioning i rebelled against and not the books.
i can live without air conditioning for the rest of my life,
but please don't ever take my books!