You may remember me telling you that I was given Eat, Pray, Love for my 42nd birthday. I launched into the reading shortly after receiving it, and found the book good company on cold winter nights. As is usually the case, my reading efforts fell away and the book was added to the pile beside my bed (unfinished).
Now the book has remained buried within the stack of books. The story, however, and I were reunited with the help of books on tape. Even at the age of 42 years old, I enjoy having a book read to me. Is there any better way to ease the stress of a long commute?
This evening, after sitting for 10 minutes in the grocery store parking lot, I finished the book. Afterwards, I went inside the store for a bottle of wine, dinner for my petite family, and a package of vanilla skinny cow ice cream sandwiches.
The juxtaposition of my finishing the book with my purchase of a bottle of wine & ice cream is only a coincidence. Well, almost…