July 26, 2011

Kindle a Love for E-Reading

Last November, I joined the ranks of e-book readers.  My unread books still wait for my return, hoping that some day I'll give up on the electronic wonder and return to the tactile pleasures of a hardback or paperback book.  Not to say I've only read digital books since November, but that's almost true.

I took my time, researching the Kindle, the Nook, and the IPad before selecting the Kindle.  I absolutely love it.  Why did I choose Kindle?  I like to read outdoors.  The other e-readers didn't provide that ability. The IPad tempted me with all of its extras, but I wanted a device for reading books.  I didn't want something that provided alternatives to one of my favorite pastimes--reading.

I can vouch for the fact that you CAN read your Kindle outdoors, and, if you buy the cover with a light, you can read in just about any lighting.  I've only found one place where I couldn't read the screen--under a red cabana at the beach.  It happened by accident.  The lifeguard gave our blue cabana to someone else and stuck us with the red one.  The sunlight through the red cloth rendered my Kindle screen impossible to read, but I couldn't read my Droid screen or a magazine, either, thanks to the red infusion.

I LOVE my Kindle:  it's lightweight, thousands of books lurk just beyond my fingertips waiting to be downloaded, and I can get new releases immediately downloaded to my Kindle.  How fantastic is that?

If I complain about anything, it's the loss of excursions to the bookstore.  Since childhood, bookstores have tantalized me with the promise of many worlds to explore.  I can't browse the e-bookstore the same way.  A point a fellow writing friend of mine pointed out in her blog a few weeks ago.

I think e-readers are here to stay.  Have you succumbed or are you a hold-out for the pages of a book? 

July 13, 2011

The Mini-Van Race Car

Picture this:  a white mini-van ignoring all traffic rules, roaring along Atlanta's I-285, weaving and zipping between lanes.  Who was that stupid driver?  Me!

But let me explain:

"Mom, I need you to come.  I'm in labor."  (Phone call from my pregnant daughter.)

"Are you going to the hospital now?"

"No, I've got time.  Just get here as soon as you can.  The contractions are too strong for me to drive.  I need you to take me."

No problem. Right?  Wrong!  My daughter lives three hours away.  After gaining her promise to call an ambulance if things got too close, I hit the road.

When I say I hit the road, you have to realize that it was Friday, July 1, the first day of the Independence Day weekend.  Highway patrol lurked in hidden spots along I-85 ready to nab drivers stupid enough to speed on a holiday weekend.

My body strained to fly, but I squashed that urge for the first two hours.  Once I hit Atlanta, I floored it, weaving in and out of traffic like a crazed race car driver.

4th of July holiday traffic clogged the six lanes ignoring my hazard lights, horn blowing, and flashing headlights.  I swerved into the far right lane only to get stuck behind a little old lady driving a Chrysler 3000 well below the speed limit.  I honked and flashed and beeped to no avail.  The drivers in the lane to my right flew by, unwilling to make way.  When I finally did get over, I ended up behind another Chrysler 3000.  What's the deal Atlanta grannies?  Drive 50 mph in the right lane, or better yet, get off the interstate.

After a quick stop to pick up the baby's father, the trip went a little better. We approached the exit stuck in the far left lane. He hung out the window flagging people aside.  This is the part that really terrifies me when I think about it.  I have no idea how I got to the exit ramp.  None of the cars would let us over, and I know I overshot the exit, but I got over somehow.  I'm pretty sure I blacked out during that part.

After running several red lights, we reached the house.  My daughter's partner scooped her up and carried her to the car. I grabbed my four-year-old granddaughter and her car seat.

My car screeched up to the Labor and Delivery entrance at 12:55pm.  My grandson, Amari, entered the world just 32 minutes later!

So, if you happened to have spotted a crazy lady racing a white mini-van like a deranged soccer mom on Friday, July 1, I make no apologies, just the admonishment that you don't mess with this grandmother!