vacation

One of my favorite things about vacation is being able to read whatever I want, whenever I want.  The only rule I have is no business books.

There are two reasons for this.  First, I’m on vacation.  Second, most business books are really silly.  The worst ones are the cutesy Who Moved My Cheese? variety, or worse, Jesus, CEO.  Yes, it’s a real book, except that tiny little detail that Jesus stood for everything that business generally sees as bad; unselfishness, humility, sharing of resources, and loving unconditionally.  However, there is good evidence that Jeffrey Skilling may have believed he was God.  Then there’s The Leadership Secrets of Attila the Hun.  The secret to leadership is to randomly execute people so the rest of them pay more attention.

But (as usual) I digress.

So it’s going to be a good vacation.

It’s a good mix.  The local bookstore was several hundred bucks richer by the time Wife 1.2a, Daughter 1.1, Son 1.2 and I got out of there.  Then again, that’s about what a month of satellite TV costs, and we don’t have to put up with the Chardonnay In A Box Channel. The suitcases will bulge with history (my problem), fiction, a few humor books and a three-pound tome of Les Miserables, unabridged.  Daughter 1.1 is feeling ambitious.

It’s almost gluttonous to read as much as you want to.  Almost, because books aren’t fattening and I don’t think you can feed your brain too much good stuff.  If you’re loading up on Harlequin romances, you’re eating boxes of Twinkies dipped in Betty Crocker Ready-To-Spread Frosting.  Problem is, you can’t puke up a novel once you’ve read it.  What happens in the frontal lobes stays in the frontal lobes.

So choose wisely or you’ll O.D. on junk words.

Respectfully submitted,

Canoelover

P.S.  Kauai, if you were wondering.  And yes, we’re going kayaking.  Hitting the Na Pali coast.  Hope she doesn’t hit back too hard.  There also may be surfing.