“Why Can’t We Read Anymore?”



The author of the essay “Why can’t we read anymore?” is a professional who deals with books. He wasn’t happy realizing he only read 4 books in her spare time last year.

The author found himself stealing moments from his daughter’s play and other experiences in his life – “Kodak Moments” – to check his phone.

He couldn’t concentrate enough to do recreational reading.  Once he got a few pages in he felt compelled to take a break and check his social media accounts.  He knew she had been conditioning himself to have a short attention span.    All social media at work, television after dinner and Internet usage after dinner was stopped cold. In time his concentration came back and his quantity of recreational reading soared. He also felt less frazzled and had more energy.

Nothing new, in fact I discovered all of this on my own years ago. When I stick to a rule of no web surfing before noon, the compulsion to surf the Internet drops significantly. I surf less all day and I feel less frazzled from not having switched back and forth between things all day long. Reading fiction instead of nonfiction tends to help too.

I’m seriously thinking of going back to this rule for another round. My goal for this year is to read 12 books. I should have 4 done by now and I think I only have two.

Happy 2014 Winter Solstice Everyone!


Happy 2014 Winter Solstice Everyone!

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When I moved a few months back Tommy was the first person I met. Very gregarious, I soon got in the habit of petting him.

I asked a fellow tenant about him. She said that he has been around for many years, that other neighbors told her that he used to wear a collar, and that they think someone left him behind when they moved. She added that she was told someone in a neighboring building let him inside during the winter. He looked well fed, people in my town like “sharing cats” and taking turns taking care of them.

A few months later I saw a guy walking some dogs and Tommy approached them. I told the guy he wasn’t my cat, but that he was friendly. He said he knew, that Tommy was his cat, that he was an “outdoor cat”, that he got him his shots, that neighborhood children gave him treats, and that he didn’t mind.

I started buying cat treats for Tommy, but I didn’t want to leave the food outside where it might attract rats. So, I started inviting Tommy inside to give him his treats. Usually he leaves after a few minutes, but sometimes he hangs around.

Here is he making himself at home.