solitude sunday

solitude sunday at the whimsey project.  our day to spend time with a book.  pull that book off the shelf that you've intended to read and do so; for however time you have to devote to reading

for christmas past i gifted my friend a book entitled a cup of comfort edited by colleen sell. the book is composed of personal experiences. the cover of the book reads:  "timeless stories that warm your heart, lift your spirit and enrich your life." she really enjoyed the book and told me more than once she wanted me to read the book as well. thinking it wouldn't come to that i didn't consider the possibility. however, she handed me the book last sunday, the first opportunity we had to see each other in several months. the look on her face to share this gift with me told me not to disappoint. i picked the book up on tuesday and read part of it. thursday i picked the book up and read more of it.

this morning i finished what remained which wasn't much. it was the perfect read for easter sunday. the personal stories of the authors were very touching and thoughtful.  two of the stories were my favorites. and, no surprise, they featured animals.  miracle fish. the mom somehow managed to, without her knowledge, drain the fish tank.  when it was discovered that the fish were in the dry tank the family assumed the fish were dead.  preparing for fishie funerals, water was put back in the tank so the fish would float to the top of the tank.  instead of floating, they began to move.  slowly at first but breathing and recovering. the family was so happy that they had miracle fish.  sing your song. the author of this story had a bird.  the birdie was out of the cage while she was running the vacuum cleaner. yes, as you imagined, somehow she managed to vacuum the bird into the machine! frantically she turned off the vacuum cleaner and tore into the bag.  there was her birdie! it popped out and flew to a perch and began to sing just as it was doing before it's remarkable adventure with the vacuum cleaner.  with this song, however, the birdie sang minus all of its feathers!

what are you reading? share your book with the whimsey project.