Pathological

Pathological:

1. Of or relating to pathology.
2. Relating to or caused by disease.
3. Of, relating to, or manifesting behavior that is habitual, maladaptive, and compulsive

Perhaps some of you are tired of hearing about our love of books (I don't really care). But to be honest, we're both in school and Derrick does a lot of reading for his job, so in providing updates about our life we basically have to admit that reading is our life right now. Luckily, you won't find either one of us complaining. You might say, actually, that our reading is pathological. As is our constant search for "our" bookstore. Everywhere we've ever lived (or visit) we try to find the bookstore in the area that we love. We've found one in Mesa, a few in Boston, one in St. George and now we've found one here. "Pioneer Book" might not be much of a name for a bookstore, but let me tell you, this place is amazing. Great prices, tons of books, many genres and, an often overlooked detail but one we've come to appreciate, an owner that actually likes books. Go figure.

This is the stack of books I'll be tackling soon.

Some of these are for my classes, but

most of them are treasures I've picked up as

we've searched for the perfect bookstore.

Aren't they beautiful?

Chocolat is a little treat (no pun intended) that I'm

giving myself as I wait between books for my classes.

The Uncommon Reader is a book that I actually am assigned

for one of my classes but that Derrick and I are reading together.

We're nerdy like that, and we've been that way

since before we got married.

So what do we do besides read, you might wonder? Hmm...well right now I have the family involved in a little project that I'm so excited for. My Great-Aunt Irene has been gracious enough to let me use the planters in her backyard this spring/summer for our garden. She's been really sweet about it, though she does think I'm a little crazy for digging through the snow to lay out compost. Actually, she thinks I'm more than a little crazy, but she appreciates my enthusiasm none the less. So what you see on our front porch is an old milk carton and a bucket with rotting vegetable matter that I haven't hauled up to her place yet. Our neighbors just love it. We save potato peels, apple peels and cores, egg shells, zucchini ends, and basically any raw vegetable material we would throw away anyway.
But whenever we get a moment for all three of us to get together we mostly just relax and enjoy each other's company, watching movies, cuddling, going on walks and talking. Derrick has such a busy schedule all week, and I have busier nights now with class and Hunger Banquet club meetings, that we truly savor our time together, mostly on weekends.

Savoring the moment...

And the Squirt?

She's as cute as ever, eating and enjoying finger foods, and now moving to just one nap a day (much to our dismay. Hey, she's cute, but she's even cuter when she's asleep).