Technically, I guess I should have titled this The Looking List as everything in the stack is more a thumb-through than a thoroughly-digest. Actually, I love the idea of curling up with a good book but somehow it never happens. I have too many hobbies already that require more time than I seem to have so reading stays on my "someday" list.
Although it's not quite the same as getting lost in a good plot, I do have a few pages ready to be turned.
The two cookbooks are from my friend Charlotte who, knowing we're always up for a new recipe, thought I might enjoy these. While losing weight isn't a big focus, we are interested in low-fat and healthy. And I like looking through new recipes so these will be fun.
The latest issue of Cooking Light is waiting for a little attention too. I don't subscribe to many magazines but this is one I'm always happy to see arrive in my mailbox. Not only is it pretty to look at but I seem to find at least one recipe every issue that becomes an instant family favorite.
That thin little thing on the top is the newest issue of Creating Keepsakes...all 66 pages of it. It's a mere shadow of the 200+ page issues that used to blow me away back in the day. It was monthly then too as opposed to every other month now. It makes me sad.
Yes, I know...there are an additional 65 pages available digitally but frankly, I'm not interested. I can find plenty of scrapbooking inspiration online as it is. As much as I love technology, I want that inspiration in my hands, not on the screen. On those rare occasions when my USA Today doesn't arrive, I can read it online but it isn't the same. Flipping pages digitally doesn't give me the same tactile sensation that turning them in real life does. But the truth is print media is struggling and it shows. While I understand the underlying problems, it doesn't mean I have to like the handwriting on the wall.
So when I curl up in the corner of my couch to tackle my reading list, I'm going to savor those physical pages just a little bit more, even if there are fewer of them. Who knows how long they'll continue to arrive in my mailbox...and then I really will be sad.