this morning's light is diffuse, not harsh, as the sun comes and goes behind clouds. fine snow in the air sparkles. as i drove to breakfast, i wondered how to capture it: with words? poetry? paint, camera? which made me think about fiction. (i'm in a thinky mood, occasioned by reading a couple people's "25 random things" on facebook) i struggle ( Read more... )

I forgot; after Henry got his Aunties Gillian and Sariya package, he got his delivery, via Arnold, of his Aunty Kathryn's gift: a hand-carved toy boat that she now deems him old enough to enjoy responsibly. (The rest of the ones she got, she kept for herself.) I gather he not only bathed with it last night, but read its maker's first name's letters ( Read more... )

Part of the bookstore business for me is browsing the house for more books to sell. I've found some treasures in my parents' collection, mostly antiquities. Among my own, I came across tonight two early (1960s) paperbacks of Anne Sexton's poetry, acquired from the Pike Library booksale in the last year or three, possibly for free (worth about $15 ( Read more... )