Adult Books

Imagination knows no boundaries.

Just when you think you’ve thought of it all, there’s something else. And then another thing follows that.

And, no, the Blog will not discuss that kind of adult book.

Apparently lacking much in the way of productive activities, adults of late have turned to childhood for activities to occupy their otherwise idle time.

A couple of years ago, scrapbooking was all the rage. Especially among 20- and 30-somethings who, logic would suggest, have relatively few memories requiring preservation. And those that do magically and promptly find their way to Facebook. (Eighty-year-olds, on the other hand, probably do have one or two things worth noting and including between covers.)

In more recent memory – the cognitive kind, not the kind to be taped or glued onto a sheet of paper – coloring has generated a certain fascination among oldsters.

Not at all restricted to the 20- and 30-year-old cohorts, the current coloring craze transcends cohorts to embrace all those capably of holding Crayola between their fingers.

On the college campus where I work, psychedelic posters (well, okay, 8.5- by 11-inch sheets of paper), festooned with paisleys and designs pretending to be from an unnamed Asian nation, inquired while exclaiming: “STRESSED?!”

“Join us,” the poster read, “for a coloring event!”

An event, mind you. Not simply an experience. Or, even duller, an activity.

“”Color, take your mind off finals and enter to win a coloring book and pencils to take home!”

We do a lot of exclaiming, here on campus. Very exciting. Most engaging.

Presumably, the invitation would be extended even among those for whom finals are not a requirement. Who would know who else does or does not have a final?

Students today come in many flavors. Just the other day, I asked an older gentleman who is daily in the college’s library (all day) what he was investigating.

“I’m a student,” he reported. Not exactly an answer to my question. But good enough.

And, so, here we are. All of us in excess of 18 years. Each of us, colored pencil or wax crayon in hand, madly coloring abstract designs and representational images.

And still trying to stay within the lines.

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