Sunday, January 30, 2011

Volleyball and Company

Day 356 of the "What are you reading, and why?" project, and it's fun to note that people are reading all over the place, including really loud volleyball tournaments. I am not the only one trying to fit in a few pages between matches, between games, or even during a time out. Most people reading at volleyball tournaments are engrossed in 1) print newspapers or 2) thick mass market paperback mysteries or romances.

And of course there are a lot of hand-held devices, but I don't know what people are doing with those...

At the volleyball tourney yesterday, which continues today, I was reading Shakespeare and Company, by Sylvia Beach, about the famous bookshop and lending library in Paris, because my co-worker Sarah snagged me an ex-library copy in a recent book buy. Thank you, Sarah!

This is a charming book, with photos of Sylvia's famous writer and composer and theatre friends in the middle. I love seeing Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas in their everyday lives, and Sherwood Anderson has already walked into the store, drawn by the book in the window, his. Which is basically the way writers are...

So, off I go to read a few pages in between my husband's match at 9:00 a.m. (he's the coach of the Blue team) and my daughter's match at 10:00 a.m. (she's on the Red team), before work at noon in the used bookshop. I do live a charmed life!!


Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene) said...

Ah hah! A purpose and utility for those hand-held devices.

So your husband is coach of the 'blue' and your daughter plays on the 'red', Hmmmm!

Yes you do live a charmed life and we're lucky your willing to sprinkle some of that 'charm dust' on us. Thanks.

Humorous tickle concerning what attracts S. Anderson and the likes of him(witers). Wonder if he saw his reflection in the glass that stands between him and his creation?

Collagemama said...

Ah, yes. Now I remember why I kept signing my kids up for swim lessons. So I could sit on the bleachers and read and let someone else keep them alive for thirty minutes.

Just remember to cheer at the right time. My eldest used to recline with his book on the bleachers at his brother's baseball games. Without looking up he would periodically yell, "Be a hitter, man," or "Good eye, way to watch 'em."

Kathleen said...

Laughing! I actually do watch the volleyball and read in between, because we are all really, really close I watch games my daughter's not even in.

Collagemama said...

I miss my soccer mom days.