Amusingly, I was thinking of writing and took a peek at the blog… There is Eric referring indirectly to what I thought I would blather about! Incidentally, I completely agree with Eric on the advantages to living in SoRo. I just happen to have lived in New Hampshire since 1999 and have no interest in selling my Victorian farmhouse in my wonderful little village. So, I am bound to my 50 minutes each way commute. In preparation for this stage of my family’s life, we went in search of another four cylinder car. Previously, we owned one gas efficient car and a minivan for when all six of us needed to go anywhere. With my husband commuting to work and me to school we were hoping to find something cheap. We did. It’s pink. I added the bumper stickers. While I am not a lover of pink, it is very uplifting to drive around such a cheery car. In any case, the price was right and it still runs.

But that was not my intended subject… The commute. It is long - though living in a rural village in NH, I am used to having to drive into the bustling metropolises of Lebanon, West Leb, White River Jct, and Hanover on a regular basis. Still, I was tired of music for the drive. And then, my kiddos (the three oldest) and I began listening to an audiobook. Unbeknownst to us, there had been a bit of a stir about this book, The Higher Power of Lucky. Well, needless to say, I wanted to know the ending and began listening to it on my commute.

After I finished The Higher Power of Lucky, which I recommend, I revisited The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Heck, by this time, I was looking forward to the drive. I just polished off a little James Herriot I had lying around. And then, I ran out. Suddenly I-89 became the hallway from a horror movie - it just got longer and longer. Yesterday, desperate to listen to something other than Tonight Is the Night I Fell Asleep at the Wheel (great song but perhaps not the right message to myself…), I dashed into my little town’s library (unlike Eric, I have a library 6 days a week with a fulltime professional librarian) and picked up a couple audiobooks to get me through the week.

This new habit answered two issues: the odiousness of the drive and the frustration that case law is all plot with no character development.

Vroom, vroom. “Chapter two…”