Since it's approximately 1 1/2 billion degrees today, we have our windows open. And it's trivia night at the bar across the street. Which means I sit on my couch, as close to the window as I can get (with a glass of wine, because I have to re-create the surroundings) and listen to the questions (as well as I can understand them) and the listen VERY carefully for the answers so that I can reach over and hit Daniel and say "see, I knew that!" Because this, like watching "Cash Cab" on the Discovery Channel, proves that I have a very amazing mastery of completely useless information. I blame books.
Seriously, reading books is a wonderful thing, and I think I have learned a lot, but I'm not sure that it's useful info. I did test out of Western Civ in college from reading American and English romance novels. I kid you not. I suspect that some of the other random information from all of the books I have read crept in there too, but romance novels played a large role. But pretty much all the rest of the stuff I've learned is useful only in triva-type settings.
My husband does not read books. This has disturbed me and my parents since I was first dating Daniel. And then my brother went and married a woman who also does not read books. My biological family, however, reads voraciously. My mom is a librarian. Dad has shelves and shelves of books. My parents' dream retirement is to own a used book store. I go through 10 library books a week. Every week. I always have. I love books. On our honeymoon we tried to sit on the beach and Daniel realized within 2 minutes that relaxing was just not going to happen unless I had a book. Sure enough, he got me a book and I was a happy camper and left him alone for quite some time.
Right now Ethan would still rather eat the books than read them, but I am bound and determined to bring him to my side. He will read books! (As I type that, Daniel walked in the room and turned on the TV. Each to his own... )
(original post edited to fix a few glaring grammatical errors)