It’s Friday, Do You Know Where Your Comfy Pants Are?

15 Nov It’s Friday, Do You Know Where Your Comfy Pants Are?

Once upon a time about 17-18 years ago I drove to Texas to visit some extended family (who I didn’t see very often) around Christmas time.

My husband (who at that time was my boyfriend) and I drove from Tennessee to Texas to meet up with everyone.

My mom, stepdad, brother and sister had driven also, but from California to Texas, so we were kind of meeting in the middle- if you can call Texas the middle between those two states.

After arriving and settling in, my sister and I finally got to catch up face-to-face. If you remember from a previous post, then you know when I moved from CA to TN for college we became avid letter writers. Hanging out in person had become a luxury and I was so glad to just sit, talk, and laugh with her.

There are not many things in life that are better than laughing with someone who knows you as good as you know yourself. A million stories spoke with a tweak of an eyebrow or the curve of a smile.

As we sat there and talked I noticed something next to her.

It was a book, and sort of a big one.

My sister wasn’t a pleasure-reader for the most part. I rarely saw her just pick up a book, usually she only read if it was required for school. So this was a sight. We on a vacation of sorts and she had a book with her? She must’ve saw my expression and she glanced where I was looking and pulled her book up to show me.

Someone she knew had recommended it, so she had gone to the library and found a copy. From the looks of where her book mark was she was almost finished.

“It’s amazing,” she said.

I think I was still staring, dumbfounded. Last I checked we had grown up together in the same house and she never read anything! I could’ve recommended a million books to her (and probably had!) and this random person recommends a book and she marches to the library and checks it out-I didn’t know she even knew where the library was!

Well whatever, I got over myself, my bookworm heart was aglow.

Pretty much from that point on she became a huge reader.

Although we only had a few more years together before she passed away, The Fountain Head by Ayn Rand remained a favorite of hers.

Fifteen years later and I still have not read this book, yet because of the sentiment attached from my sister, it feels like a part of me is attached to it. Does that make sense?

Of the big books I have discussed this week, this is the one I’d like to read first. Ayn Rand and her philosophies can be somewhat controversial and some people have great issues with her. I think my sister simply enjoyed The Fountainhead for its story and that it made her think outside the box a bit. And the thing is-who cares if someone is or writes controversially. Reading doesn’t mean agreeing. It means reading. Most of all, reading ultimately makes you think and thinking is a good thing. So, think about that 😉

I am familiar with the storyline of The Fountainhead, but because I have not read it the Amazon synopsis is below:

• Howard Roark, is an individualistic young architect who chooses to struggle in obscurity rather than compromise his artistic and personal vision.

(I also found this synopsis)

This modern classic is the story of intransigent young architect Howard Roark, whose integrity was as unyielding as granite…of Dominique Francon, the exquisitely beautiful woman who loved Roark passionately, but married his worst enemy…and of the fanatic denunciation unleashed by an enraged society against a great creator •

Ok Bookworms, since it’s Friday, then you know I always post a book, a dessert, and a drink. The book part is complete, so let’s move on to rest of the good stuff.

The Dessert

These are low carb pumpkin bars with a cream cheese frosting. I found this recipe on Pinterest, so I’m assuming it’s ok to post. The only thing I did differently was I halved the frosting recipe. I felt like preparing half the amount was enough to frost the entire pan of bars. The frosting recipe calls for two bars of cream cheese and that seemed like a lot (delicious, but a lot). So-it’s up to you, triple it if that floats your boat. No judgment here.

https://pin.it/wskhhd4cshnxj6

The Drink

A new red wine to try! This is a Cabernet Sauvignon by Lucky Duck. Typically this type of wine will be on the dryer side, but not as dry as a Pinot Noir. Aside from having a cute label, this wine is quite inexpensive. I found it at Walmart for $6. Just as a more expensive wine doesn’t guarantee it will be good, a less expensive one doesn’t mean it will be bad. Using that logic, I rather try several cheaper wines and be disappointed than try several pricy ones and be disappointed.

On that note, get your comfy pants on and let your Friday begin!

Cheers.

“But you see,” said Roark quietly, “I have, let’s say, sixty years to live. Most of that time will be spent working. I’ve chosen the work I want to do. If I find no joy in it, then I’m only condemning myself to sixty years of torture. And I can find the joy only if I do my work in the best way possible to me. But the best is a matter of standards—and I set my own standards. I inherit nothing. I stand at the end of no tradition. I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one.” -Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“One loses everything when one loses a sense of humor.” -Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“There’s nothing as significant as a human face. Nor as eloquent. We can never really know another person, except by our first glance at him. Because, in that glance, we know everything. Even though we’re not always wise enough to unravel the knowledge.” -Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

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