I want to be Velma

“…and I would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn’t for you meddling kids.”

I loved watching Scooby Doo cartoons when I was young.  I even enjoyed watching the recent movies with my son. I think I identify most with Velma. She’s quirky, a little awkward, and she’s full of interesting facts about all kinds of things.

I wish I could be even more like her.

I wish I could actually remember all of the useful things I’ve read about, so that I could relay that knowledge in a clear, concise download of information at a time when it is most needed. Instead, I feel like I throw little tidbits of interesting information into a conversation, then I can’t back up where I’ve read it or who wrote it. It’s as if I have just magically produced this incredible information out of thin air! (I’m not that smart!) It’s incredibly frustrating and embarrassing, because I claim to be such an avid reader, yet I can’t remember where I read anything.

So, I think…

Maybe I should take notes when I read. Except…what would I do with all of those notes – where would I even keep that many notes – how would I find the notes I needed in all those notes?

Maybe I should read slower. Except…I like to read fast – I like reading so much that I want to read as many books as I can get my hands on – I might have to get up and do something in a minute, and I just want to know what the author is getting at quick!

Maybe I should review the book online when I’m done so I can go back and read the review to remember. Except…What if I say something stupid in my review – what if I totally missed the author’s point – what if this author doesn’t even really know what they’re talking about?

Like Velma, I know people who can remember so many things from so many books at just the right moment. Alas, I am not one of them.

via Daily Prompt: Meddle

Inconvenient Ignorance: Watch Out!

Each morning and evening I walk the family dog for about 45 mins. I walk on the correct side of the road. I walk at the very edge of the road. I hold my dog on a short leash. In general, I follow the rules of sharing the road when there is no sidewalk available.

It fills me with rage when a car comes barreling in my direction and will not move slightly over to allow me a small but safe walking lane. Some even have the audacity to wave at me (as if thanking me for moving out of their way).  I end up jumping into someone’s yard to prevent me and my dog from possible injury. These blips in my otherwise peaceful (listening to my audio book, the dog happily sniffing out the trails of other animals) exercise make me want to take a baseball bat to their car!