Jacob and I are in a strongly committed reading relationship. Every morning and every night we read stories and it is so very special. According to my iPad library, we’ve read 51 books since we moved to SLO in June of 2016.
We’re currently reading the latest in the Rick Riordan series on greek and roman gods and their shenanigans here on earth. This is our 23rd book so… hope you’re enjoying that newly remodeled Texas mansion, Mr. Riordan. You’re welcome.
In the latest book, Apollo has been sent back to earth as a dorky teenager named Lester Papadopoulos. As the former god of archery, he has this weird arrow called the Arrow of Dodona that speaks to him in ye olde Shakespearean English. I must admit I enjoy a good old-timey opportunity to speak as a British squire. And so I present thee with the update of thy day:
Next up on ‘Ye Ode to Never Ending Projects’ doth be thy gopher pit… also known as thy front yard. It doth appear I’ve been persuading thy labor to produceth a quote that is not of unsound mind as of four score and twelve months ago.
As thy luck would have it, thee labor’s calendar hath opened up upon the descendancy of thy plague of the Mexican ale. Without thy lawn, thou small squires may loseth thy minds. And so shall their parentage.
Thy economic meltdown and peril be damned. Let them eat grass!