See that kicked-back, sleepy girl (who happens to be my three-year-old when she was but wee)? She is reminding you that this week is Jules’ blogvation (which, apparently, is a word in cyber-land, meaning — of course — blog vacation). What am I going to do? Will I be at the beach or something? Ah, the ocean. I wish. But I will be taking it easy. My right wrist needs the typing break, and I’m going to use the time to try to catch up on some reading and catch up on my picture book reviews. Eisha committed to posting this week, but she and her husband just pulled off a major move to another state, and moving is rough — not to mention getting settled and trying to get internet connection, etcetera etcetera. And they had some unforeseen obstacles in the move, too (as a Southerner, I’m required to say, “bless their hearts”). So, if she can’t post this week, well, the world will still spin on its axis without 7Imp for four days. We’ll return on Sunday — with our 7 Kicks lists and a new featured illustrator. See you then!
p.s. For your reading pleasure during our hiatus and in honor of taking breaks, go here to read TadMack’s posting yesterday at Finding Wonderland of Naomi Shihab Nye’s “The Art of Disappearing” (from the anthology, Different Ways to Pray, 1980) a poem I’ve always loved (here’s the end of it):
. . . When someone recognizes you in a grocery store
nod briefly and become a cabbage.
When someone you haven’t seen in ten years
appears at the door,
don’t start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.
Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.