Herself: That wasn’t the only bookcase which was far, far beyond dirty. Slowly I defeat the dust that so plagues me and makes every cough worse. Today we are dusting and moving art around.
After G left for the Museum, I started to clean out one set of the bedroom bookshelves. I dragged out dusty, hidden books until it was time to meet Captain Poolie and make the exchange. Exchange? She’s writing a series, Skeptical Eve loosely modeled on the Nancy Drew writing styles, and our store just happened to have Nancy Drew’s on sale two for a buck. She authorized me to buy ten dollars worth. With my giant bag of books in hand, I was waiting at a new coffee shop while reading number 8…..will Nancy find the letters stolen from the letter carrier?
After wonderful, fat, blueberry scone….it took me a while to remember what they are called, comfortable conversation and an exchange of adventures, led me to ask if she wouldn’t mind a quick geocache. Oh, I’m impertinent. She loves to geocache, but I felt daring asking her after her stressful week.
Yes, there was one nearby and could easily be found by using her phone’s GPS. Yes too, I only fell down one hill landing on the good knee for a change. Yes three, there the little box was just feet from where we were standing looking for all the world just like a moldy little bit of plastic trash.
I went triumphantly back to my dusty bookshelves and filthy bears with a grin…much like a girl detective of old.