Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm still struggling with the flu, but my fever is way down, so I'm trying to write a bit.  What I wrote yesterday was confusing nonsense, but hey, I've got the fried brain excuse.  Do I have a theme for today?  Not really, but I am proud that I got a gift card order online for my stepgrandson, and it will only be two days late.  I accomplished something, if belatedly, and it's a gift card for a bookstore, which is righteous.  All my grandchildren are ferocious readers, and that makes me happy.  I was also one of those kids who'd rather have her nose in a book and had to be shoved outdoors for fresh air.  And what I read enriched my life in myriad ways.  I firmly believe it built my character and supported me in the dark times (moving, being the brand new kid, my parents frequent fighting, being bullied).  Books were my friends, my escape and my entry into a wider world than that of my parents, who had a third grade education and high school only.  Because people in books listened to classical music and visited art galleries, I did too.  Because they spoke different languages I worked on my French, then Spanish, then Hindi-Urdu.  Because they wrote poetry I attempted to do the same.  My world was lushly populated with experiences I never had but could imagine.  I wish the same joy for my grandkids.