Who loves to read?

Reading has never been my favorite passtime. Aside from personal devotions, my reading is limited to flipping through magazines that arrive at the house and an occasional online Wall Street Journal article that my friend Paul forwards me. Oh, and how could I forget to mention online photography forums...I visit those occasionally (wink, wink).

Don't get me wrong, every now and then I get inspired to read a book on investing or motivation or how to become a better person, but other than that, I could list about 100 things I'd probably rather be doing than reading. The list would include obvious things like golf, eating chips and salsa, watching golf on TV, having dinner at the Cheesecake Factory or Bucca di Beppo, going to golf tournaments, and on and on and on. But the list would also include some not so obvious things like vacuuming the living room and bathing our dog...LOL.


Contrary to her father's habits, Graycen loves to read. That she gets from her mother. She will walk around the room trying to hand the book to anyone who will read to her. And if no one is available she'll read to herself...out loud, of course.

Last night she sat in her rocking chair that her great grandparents had given her for Christmas and she grabbed the heaviest book she owns and started reading it. I grabbed a camera and the long lens and sat in the hallway watching her methodically thumb through "Tails" at least a dozen times before she was worn out. I can't imagine reading a book two times, let alone 12! With that said, it has to be the furriest, fuzziest, shiniest book I've ever seen and maybe if my books were like "Tails" I would enjoy reading too.

Unfortunately, the poor pig on the next-to-last page, his little curly tail is almost torn off, so I suppose I'm going to have to pretend I'm a pig doctor or veterinarian and make it better. Okay, I'm going to find the tape before she wakes up and wants to read.