I had purchased a bunch of books on tape at the used bookstore (Books 4 Less) to listen to on the long drive back and forth to visit my mother in the nursing home. The most recent one I had started on, which was quite a long time ago, was Cider House Rules, by John Irving. I was really loving that book. It is a wonderful, fantastic, extremely well-written engaging book--pardon all the superlatives, but I really like it. It is not, however, for everyone. If you are squeamish about medical procedures like abortions, you might not want to read it.
My Mom died and I haven't been driving back and forth as much and the few times I did go, I went with other people. So I decided I would listen to it in the house every morning while I did my exercises. And for a few days, I did. But the tape I was listening to ran out and the next one is not in the box. I think I had them all to begin with. When I was driving back and forth, I would take the next two out of the box and lay them on the passenger seat for ease of insertion while driving. I must have done that and when I arrived home, taken the loose one into the house and done something with them other than put them away. I have NO IDEA where they are. I looked in the car and Where I have some stuff that was waiting for the next trip, but no dice. So I am stuck near the end of the book without the last tape or two. It's a very long book. WAHN!
I am going to start a new book on time while I am exercising, The Maiden King with Robert Bly and someone else, I unfortunately forget who. But I am sad to not be finishing Cider House Rules. I sure hope I find the missing tapes. WAHN!
(I took the Photograph of the old dictionary at The Ella Sharp Museum and Historical Center in Jackson, MI, in the Old School House.)