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Going to Work Naked . . . Kind Of

Did any of you watch "The Gilmore Girls" when it was on? I came to that particular game late but, once I was on board, I was in for the long haul. If you're familiar with the show, you know that one of the things that made Rory Gilmore Rory was never going anywhere without a book. In that regard, I'm exactly like Rory. (I wish there were other ways in which I were like Rory. Namely her impressive ability to eat a continuous stream of junk food and still be stick thin. But, I digress.) Today, oh, my, I'm ashamed to even admit this, today I left the house for work without a book. Nothing. No book. Not even a magazine. I feel naked. I feel incomplete. I feel inadequate!

How did this happen? Especially when I was just at the library the other day and picked up a literal stack of books? Especially when I'm in the middle of a book by one of my very favorite authors? Sure, you could argue that I'm at work - I don't need a book. I should be, well, you know, working. And I am! Truly. But what if something should happen? What if . . . what if I got stuck in the elevator on my way in or out of the building? I could be in there for hours before help arrived and I would have nothing to read! What if the power went out and rendered me unable to complete any work-related tasks but the powers that be decided that the staff should remain in the building just in case the power came back on. What would I do to pass the time if I didn't have a book to read?

I feel panicky. But, the good news is that it's Friday and, because it's Friday, my work day ends at noon. I can last another 26 minutes sans book, right? At which point I will take the stairs to exit the building so as to avoid any horrifying stuck in the elevator with nothing to read scenario and head straight home. Do not pass "GO," do not collect $200. At home, there are books aplenty. (And laundry aplenty, too, but a girl must have her priorities.)

Tell me, what do you never leave home without? Don't tell me the boring, routine stuff. I want to know the quirky must-haves in your day. I'm looking forward to your comments!

Greg

9:06 am on Saturday, October 27, 2012

I never leave without a pen. Yes, boring and routine but true. It's been that way since middle school.
As to the book problem. My phone syncs with my Kindle so I have my library, and most importantly my current read, with me all of the time. My phone has sheepshead too, so I would be OK in the elevator for hours.

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Randy1949

11:33 am on Saturday, October 27, 2012

I almost never take a book unless I'm expecting a long wait -- like the day my grandson was born. I was invited along to the hospital but expected not to be allowed into the delivery room. So I spent over an hour reading Norman Mailer's Ancient Evenings and tried not to worry about the fact that things were taking twice as long as expected.

Most other times, I'm more worried about losing the book, so I leave it home. LOL

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Greg

9:39 pm on Saturday, October 27, 2012

I don't think that my reading comprehension would have been so good while sitting in that waiting room. Was it your daughter's or your son's baby?

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Randy1949

9:43 pm on Saturday, October 27, 2012

My son's. My first grandchild. I confess, I don't remember a lot about those chapters.

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Greg

10:03 pm on Saturday, October 27, 2012

My dad told me that it was tougher becoming a grandfather than it was becoming a father. Sometimes I see him with the grandchildren and I have to ask "who is that man"?

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Randy1949

10:10 pm on Saturday, October 27, 2012

Becoming a grandparent certainly means acknowledging that your youth is past, but after that it's great. You have the leisure to watch them grow without all the sleepless nights and drudgery. My task will be to help him appreciate books and music and all the other things that make a rich intellectual life.

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Greg

10:18 pm on Saturday, October 27, 2012

I was referring to it being tougher at the hospital.

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Randy1949

10:20 pm on Saturday, October 27, 2012

LOL -- now that you mention it you do have more people to worry about.

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Craig

9:23 am on Tuesday, October 30, 2012

My dad once told me that being a grandparent is God's way of giving a second chance for parents who couldn't take the time to enjoy their kids.
When I was young he wasn't home much, working two jobs. But when he was retired, he was a different person. I am glad I had the chance to see him stress free.
He had a short fuse and ruled with an iron fist as a father, but as a grandfather he was incredible!

Bren

1:07 pm on Saturday, October 27, 2012

These days I am all about fluid data so little static reading (print) is done. I avoid fiction reading as a rule as it engages/itches my brain with little/no forward return. I intake and instantaneously 4-D map/stage/memorize. Flaws in plot development, pace character continuity, dialogue are thereby exposed yet burned into my synapses for all time, wasting space. I have to be careful about what I expose myself to. Although I was encouraged at home to set down substandard books as wasteful of my consideration there were times in school where I was forced to endure frivolous in-class story readings and/or assigned reading of material that failed to advance the causes of English literature and language generally, or even to entertain. There are several works of fiction that I have found pristine and I might replay a memorized chapter or two before sleep if it doesn't interfere with conceptual assessments that are assigned for non-waking hours. To pick up a work of fiction now requires fully-engaged statements of support from those I trust, who are aware of how I suffer from mediocrity. It's easier to watch a movie or tv show on dvr or computer as I can speed through the obvious.

I never leave home without my earphones. Having them in the ears controls the number and behavior of people who directly approach.

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Luke

8:27 pm on Sunday, October 28, 2012

Her punctuation errors have been burned into my synapses for all time.

Why didn't you warn me, Bob? You know how sensitive I am.

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Bob McBride

10:13 pm on Saturday, October 27, 2012

On, unless I'm going to the drive-thru at McD's.

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Bob McBride

10:42 pm on Saturday, October 27, 2012

Both legs go through the drive-thru at the same time. I've never tried it the other way but it sounds painful.

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