Contrary Mary is what I am. I can't sit and watch television, not for long any ways. I am a bit like a cauliflower, and don't pay much attention to my surroundings. I give a total different meaning to being a "couch potato". With a concentration span of a vegetable. But I can sit and focus on tiny lettering for hours, and have the lumpy bit on my finger (where the pen rests) all bruised and complaining. Besides our family does a lot of talking. When one is done, the other starts. It is like an orchestra of vocals. Actually watching a program is an impossibility. So nothing is lost.
But in the last couple of weeks I have discovered reading (again). Ooo to sneak in a page here and there. I have stocked up on some new books, and am on a mission to read and graze on the written word. Allowing those grey dormant cells up there to activate for a change.
My children have partial blindness though. I am certain. They are not aware that holding up a book close to the facial area is indeed reading, and continue to talk to me regardless. Little do they know, that I have partial hearing, and I keep reading regardless. This is a great understanding. And I have the nodding down to an art form.
Come evening I do the reading, listening, nodding, chatting thing all at simultaneously.
Yes, it is good to read!