Thursday, June 19, 2008

So I started reading a hard copy version of John Adams by David McCullough a couple of weeks ago. I haven’t made much progress because the only time I get to read is on my lunch hour at work. What progress I had made hit a setback yesterday in the form of Jesse.

I arrived home and set my tote bag on the landing of the upstairs staircase like I always do. I came down from my nap to find the book, which had been in the tote bag, laying on one of the steps. I left it, thinking to put it back later.

I went into the kitchen to find Jesse in his high chair and wearing the ribbon bookmark that had been in my book around his neck, with the two large beads at the end laying on his bib.

“When did you put my bookmark around Jesse’s neck?” I asked Beau.

“What? What bookmark?” he asked.

“This bookmark,” I held it up for him to see.

“That’s a bookmark? Why was it in his toy bin?”

“It wasn’t in his toy bin. It was in my book that was in my tote bag,” I explained.

“Really? I thought he got that out of his toy bin. I couldn’t figure out where else he could have gotten it,” Beau said.

We laughed hard. But now the problem is that I have no idea where I was in the book. Not far, sadly, but I think I’m going to have to skim through from the beginning until I hit a place that doesn’t seem too familiar to find my place again.