Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Christmas Day 2007

Yesterday was Christmas Day. Heather and I flew down to Mobile to be with Jessi, Mom, and Dad on the 23rd. Christmas morning was fun mostly because I cared so much less about the presents than in previous years. Dad cooked thick bacon and runny eggs. For the remainder of the day we sat around the house doing a thousand little things but nothing in particular. We watched all three "Bourne" movies, during which I discovered my favorite present was actually a book, given by my Mom: Michael Palin Diaries 1969-1979. Wow. I can't explain exactly what I find so facinating about it. I know there is an aspect of voyuer, but beyond that it's hard to say.

I'm thinking now 5 minutes later that perhaps I just don't want to say... Constantly as I read I wish I were him. I know it's never truly better, but it always appears that way...

1 comment:

Mom said...

That's an interesting thought about your book, Ber. I think we always project ourselves into a book as we read it....that's why I like reading so much....it takes you away to an entirely different place. I tend to think about a book for weeks after I read it, until I read something different. Some books, however, stay with me a long time...like the Celestine Prophecy. I read it over five years ago, yet when an unforseen coincidence happens, I find myself loking for the true meaning as to why...........