Himself: Swam, thinking about old kitchen cupboards to line the sides of the garage….real wood ones….so Craigslist and Restore, but there was nothing. Then he spent too much money on Georgette’s feet.
Herself: Swam, books, Restore, Nordie’s Rack, home for dinner and a moment with a new book.
A blog you might like: At The Smitten Image you will be charmed and beguiled by Hilary’s view of the world.
Reading: “Sahara,” Michael Palin.
Gratitude: G, books, Nordies Rack.
All the usual suspects. Acres of Patterson, Gross, King, Cobin, and Clark. Enough Nora Roberts in paperback, trade, and hardback to wallpaper a room. And repeat.
Bookclubs list their recommendations, and these are not Patterson, Patterson, and Evanovich. Only one of the recommended books surfaced yesterday, and I might go back to the store and pick it up today…. “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.” There were two slim volumes of poetry….one of which was stained and tired but I put it on a shelf anyway. And much to my surprise, there were enough “women’s” books to make up a whole shelf of them…..meditative, love, prayer, and caring type books.
Someone must have edited their library. That’s something I need to do she says picking another old favorite to reread.
Not the boat/ship/ocean liner books tho. When G moved this giant hulk of a bookcase out of the office, I immediately attacked it and moved my “ship” stuff into it. I started my enthusiasms with Walter Lord’s book on the Titanic in the 1960’s. This enthusiasm for ocean liners, passenger ships that make regularly scheduled trips on a line from point A to point B and back again…or around again, has expanded to all but the modern box ship. Those cruise ships aren’t ocean liners….she says.
So I can’t edit this tender collection, nor the cookbooks, but perhaps old Sci-Fi can be winnowed a bit….or maybe I can thin the mysteries a bit. I confess tho, it’s like parting from your children.