Okay, most of you are now realizing that I am indeed a slow reader. I mean a snail could probably circle the earth before I finished this book but the good news is that I did indeed finish it. The Bear is always teasing me because normally when it comes to books I have ADD and never seem to finish them. In most cases it's not that I wasn't enjoying the book or that it wasn't well written, it's simply that my brain is able to move on to something else and never feel guilt or remorse for having abandoned the characters. Maybe I need therapy to better learn how to treat my literary relationships. I love them and leave them so easily. Don't judge me! Really I'm a good person!
After recently joining a local book club I have been determined to finish what ever book I start. I am proud to report that last evening I finished Owen Meany! Yay! Now I feel the need to give an honest report of this book. I have encountered many people who give either John Irving in general or this book in particular a glowing review. Therefore I really had high hopes and dove right in. I am here to report simply that reading this book felt a little like a homework assignment. I was compelled to read on to see what happend but I never found myself getting though a daily chore quicker so that I could return to it as I did with "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn". However, that said, when the end finally came I found myself in tears, reaching for a tissue and thinking that all 548 pages just may have been worth it after all.
With the well creased book in my lap, the last page turned and tears in my eyes, I sat there wondering just how long the mourning period is for a book. Do I have to wait a day before moving on to the next book or do i just jump right in? I think I may have to write Dear Abby on this one.
It seems that no matter where we go we always find a mushroom!
It's amazing how thin those boats are. That guys butt was wider than the boat!
At the end of our little stroll was a lock. It's really old but you could definately appreciate the mechanics of it all. 
All in all it was a very nice little afternoon. This canal runs along the Clara Barton Parkway by Georgetown University. 
As I was walking these leaves caught my eye. They not only are huge but seemed to be cuddling next to one another for saftey. Nature is a hard place to made a home.
A leaf the size of your head you say? No, it can't be, you must exaggerating! Well, I happen to have proof right here!
As we were hoping down the bunny trail something bright orange caught my peepers. Why it's a little man with a walking stick. I wonder if he's lost, or if he thinks I may be lost. I paused to ask him directions but he just stood there frozen as if frightened. So I just quietly backaway and proceeded to hop in the direction I had been hopping. Poor fella, hope he found his way home.
The Bear is always pausing to show me new and interesting things in the woods. He's great at tree identification and what kind of nuts are on the ground to eat. I will be the first to pick him for my team if ever anyone tells me that I will soon be stranded in the woods and I can only take one person with me. Well baby, The Bear is that person. I know with his MacGyver skills we will make it through anything. Here he is after finding some walnuts along the path. He kelt down and with a large rock bashed open the nuts and of course like the gentleman he is graciously offered me the first one. It was so delicious. You truely can't buy that in a grocery store.
You may notice a little black and white head at the bottom of the picture there. Well Beanie never misses a chance to learn a new skill and The Bear never misses and oportunity to educate the next generation! If we were to get stranded in the woods, believe me, Beanie would have to learn to pull her weight somehow! 
After recently joining a local book club I have been determined to finish what ever book I start. I am proud to report that last evening I finished Owen Meany! Yay! Now I feel the need to give an honest report of this book. I have encountered many people who give either John Irving in general or this book in particular a glowing review. Therefore I really had high hopes and dove right in. I am here to report simply that reading this book felt a little like a homework assignment. I was compelled to read on to see what happend but I never found myself getting though a daily chore quicker so that I could return to it as I did with "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn". However, that said, when the end finally came I found myself in tears, reaching for a tissue and thinking that all 548 pages just may have been worth it after all.
