out loud to each other

Bjorn and I have finished The First National Bank of Dad.
   We are currently reading together Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality and Parentology.

Some Bat Time, Some Bat Channel

I love bats. If I could pick my reincarnation animal, I'd pick bat (or otter). I've held a bat (a fruit bat, wounded and in captive recovery), been licked by that bat; I've seen the bats swarm in Austin, TX. I've seen two bats mate (in captivity: zoo bats).
   Many bats nest under the bark of dead trees. One more reason to let the dead decompose naturally. One more reason to leave nature less disturbed. Many bats are being harmed by insecticides (their food having been poisoned). One more reason not to use poisons.

I've been told that my new house is under a "bat highway". During the summer there is a week where the bats zoom overhead. I wish I knew what kind of bat! I'm very excited to see it.

100 books ago

I am trying to heal from the neuro-gulleys and trenches that my brain made when Roscivs was sick and dying, and after he died: I would — without prompting — think "a year ago today he wasn't even sick ... and look at me now" or "two years ago we were eating out at foobar ... and look at me now".
   You might think that this would be comforting. No. It is depressing. When this happens, I suffer, even more than I already was suffering.
   It is comforting to me to remind myself that Roscivs was a person who lived wholly in the present and a person who believed comparison is the cause of almost all suffering.

But sometimes looking back is nice. When I am just remembering — not comparing, not despairing.
   Today I looked back using Goodreads.
   100 books ago I was in Texas, visiting my dear sister Mona and her nuclear family — a husband and two children, my niece and nephew. My nephew turned 5 while I was there. We read the "llama llama" books. It was a sweet time.