Interruption

I know I still need to write about my trip back up to Idaho, but I've got other thoughts that need to be freed first. If I don't do it now, I might forget. So here we go. This is an "I love" post.

I love the Phoenix Suns. It's sort of been instilled in me to cheer for them since I was a kid, but I was never much into sports as a kid. As a grown-up, I found that my grandmother (on the Hansen side) is one of the most die-hard Suns fans in the world. She's the one who really got me started watching. I started learning who the players were, learning their strengths. I came to really admire Steve Nash.

Over the last few years, I've stayed true to the team I've grown to love. I've hated to say goodbye to the players we traded: Shawn Marion. Raja Bell. But I've also been glad to watch the Suns acquire other spectacular new-comers.
It was a thrill to watch them beat the Trail Blazers Thursday night. I get to watch them move on in the playoffs. I love my Suns.

I don't often say it, but I love reading. More than almost any other activity. Sometimes I don't make time for it, but when I do, I always feel like I'm refreshed. This past semester, I tackled tons of books that I'd been wanting to read (and re-read). Here's the tally: The Hobbit. The Faith of a Scientist (Henry Eyring). The Great Gatsby. Jurassic Park. Ender's Game.

It's amazing how satisfying and refreshing reading can be. I'm always especially amazed at how reading the scriptures can just boost your optimism and change your whole attitude.

I'm really grateful I can read and that I grew up in a home where it was encouraged. Some of my most cherished memories are of my Mom taking time to read aloud to us. We read Charlotte's web. And the Friend. One night when the power went out, my Mom lit a candle, set it on a saucer, and set it on the living room floor. We sat around and listened to her read from the Friend. Then the saucer got too warm and melted a dark circle into the carpet. We cut a square of carpet out and "spliced" in another chunk. That odd square in the living room carpet always brought back fond memories.

In the future, wherever my path leads, I hope it one day includes a room full of books, lots of good old books and a comfy chair where I can spend time getting lost in the splendor of literature.

I think I'm all thunk out now.