I’ve reserved the next couple of hours to write a column. It’s relatively quiet and that is when my fingertips enjoy sprinting across the keyboard. Hubby is at work and Mimi, my special needs daughter, is frolicking at the day center till four in the p.m. Mimi’s schedule hangin’ from four magnets on the fridge indicates she will be rollin’ a bowling ball down the alley this afternoon. Guess I better load up my right hand with plenty of “High Fives” for when she gets off the bus later. Mimi takes delicious delight on the days she whoops up on the boys. My only distraction is what is going on in our two bathrooms at this very moment. One is experiencing a minor plague of “Old Testament” flies. Something died again in the attic … I don’t even want to know what … and flies are coming through the recessed can lighting. Only a few so far today … but it is early yet. We won’t talk about how many there were yesterday. They seem to enjoy smacking up against the glass block window, which certainly makes them easy to see. Blat! There goes another one. Hey, I’ve gotten pretty good with the fly swatter. And the other bathroom? It is the absolute noisiest room in the house right now. The potty is running, running, running. Yep, it has its best running shoes on like it’s getting ready for the Houston Marathon. You jiggle the handle … and it still runs. Tried that three times and nothin’. Oh, I know what needs to be done. But I am not doin’ it. Some little part inside the tank needs attention. But hey, I am not going “there.” It will just have to wait till hubby gets home. No sense in giving him a call. He’ll just make me take the tank cover off and “walk” me through a repair. So I am going to ignore what is going on in the respective bathrooms right now and focus on … let’s see … how about digital books. That sounds good. Hubby got me a Nook for my birthday in May. We saw a demonstration at the local Barnes & Noble and two weeks later I ripped wrapping paper off one right after blowing out a bunch of candles on the old birthday cake. Yep, it has been a slow start though. I had a couple of books made of actual paper my daughter had lent me so I didn’t leap head first immediately off the diving board. Oh, and I made a mistake playing around with my Nook. I downloaded one for hubby. It was one of those “guy spy” books that I’ll never read. So let’s just say having one hundred percent possession of my Nook only happened recently. Have to admit I wasn’t quite sure about a personal relationship with an e-reader. I mean getting used to turning a page with the click of a button just doesn’t give me the same satisfaction as turning an actual paper page. Heck, after reading almost a thousand pages, I still turn the nook sideways after I’m finished for the night looking for the bookmark and the progress I’ve made. It’s a hard habit to break. I’ve almost finished with my third Nook book. My first was “My Life in France” co-written by Julia Child. It starts when she lived in Paris with her beloved diplomat husband after World War II. Paris is where Child attended the Cordon Bleu Cooking School and the rest is an interesting journey. Highly recommend this book. Just don’t be surprised if you find yourself in the middle of the night at the stove creating a béchamel, sauce beurre blanc or a nice Boeuf Bourguignon. My second was “The Art of Racing in the Rain” by Garth Stein. My son, Ricky, highly recommended this one and I do also. He read it as an audio book and said it changed his life. It was such an interesting comment I had to read it next. In a peanut shell, it is the story about this race car driver from his dog’s perspective. Among other things, you will laugh a lot, think differently about your doggie for evermore, and learn about driving a fast car in the circle. But don’t forget to have a tissue nearby. Trust me … if you are the squeamish type, it’s only a two tissue book. I’ve got about one hundred page clicks left on “The Blind Side” by Michael Lewis. It mirrors the movie, which I adored, but also has way too much commentary about professional football “pre-Michael Oher” that totally sailed over my head. Rent the movie. It encompasses the best parts of the book.Excuse me while I perform another fly check. Splat! OK … column done! Dixie Frantz is a long-time Kingwood resident and newspaper columnist since 1996. E-mail Dixie with your comments at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.