Book Soup

Well, the storm has begun. ABC7’s Meteorologist Dallas Raines (I’ve been in love with him for 20 years) predicts four days of rain. Tonight will be a good night to stay in, eat, and read.

There is nothing like a hearty soup and crusty bread on a rainy evening. In celebration of National Soup Month (who knew?), we had minestrone soup for dinner tonight. I made it in the crockpot, which I highly recommend to all busy parents, because you can leave the house, come back, and it seems like someone else made dinner for you (the likelihood of that happening in my house is about a gazillion to one, but it does seem like that when you first open the door to the aroma of something yummy).  So when we got home at 4:30 this afternoon, the house smelled heavenly, and the kids were walking around saying, “Mmmmmm, what’s for dinner?”


Now that we’ve eaten, and we’re all fat and happy, we’re settling in for a quiet evening. I can hear the rain coming down, and it’s a comforting sound, except for the fact that my husband isn’t home from work yet and will have to drive in it. He has a 45 mile commute, but it’s late and he’s missed rush hour, so hopefully it won’t be too bad.

The kids are in their jammies watching The Discovery Channel’s Man vs. Wild with Bear Grylls. They are huge fans. I hope to finish off Summer People by Brian Groh. I just have 50 pages left. I can’t wait to be done with it and start something else. It’s not a bad book, but it’s not the most exciting book out there, either. It’s been enjoyable but I’m ready to move on. I have to finish it for my book club meeting next weekend.

I have a stack of new books calling to me, begging to be read. Which one will be next? A Thousand Splendid Suns is jumping up and down, shouting, “Pick me! Pick me!” The Red Tent looks embarrassed to be seen with such a shameless hussy. Me Talk Pretty One Day is blatant, saying, “You know you want me” and he’s right, I do. The Time Traveler’s Wife has been patiently waiting for weeks. Her time will come. Interpreter of Maladies is new, having just arrived in his box on my doorstep today, and is alluring for his sleek, slim look. Decisions, delicious decisions.