Friday
This afternoon, I dropped a couple things at the post office, then headed over to the library. I parked, and took a walk around the block. It was a gorgeous day for it: Temps in the high 60s, sunny and breezy enough to flutter the flags on the flagpoles.
I noticed that there *IS* still a "For Sale by Owner" sign on a certain house I've been eyeing for a while now, and made a note of the number. (I may call, just for grins and giggles, to find out how much it is.) I stood there for a moment, looking at it and subtracting some of the landscaping---that tree can go, that one needs pruned, definitely paint it something other than stark white...I wonder if it's two bedrooms or three, and how many baths. It's purely fantasy, unless I were to win the lottery, but oh, the location! Library in the backyard and a view of the river from the front. Bliss!
Resumed walking, up the next side-street, down Forrest, and back into the library lot, where I collected my tote of incoming books from my trunk. Returned said books and browsed; in the process, I bumped into CapeGypsy, who said the weather is supposed to get colder overnight, and she wanted a book to curl up with.
I got four, two fic and two non-fic: the lastest Hester Browne, Finishing Touches, a mystery, The Big 5-Oh, Right-size Your Life (an organizing book, hope springs eternal) and a book on knotwork jewelery (now that the sofa is accessable again...).
I'm enjoying Finishing Touches very much so far, but I've enjoyed her previous books, too. The heroine's dad in the Little Lady Agency series reminds me quite a lot of Jools Siviter, and the conclusion of book three made me cheer.
Have had some popcorn but no proper dinner yet. Was also delightfully diverted by a nearly two-hour chat with foreverhermit, who I'm sure is going to have an interesting story to share on Monday. Meanwhile, we conversed about traveling and exes and pets and stuff. Of the few times I've talked to or met members of my f'list, it's never been as awkward as I'm afraid it would be; I tend to think of myself as best on paper, but apparently my raw personality reflects *some* of my scripted savoir-faire.
I think I'm going to scrounge up some food; the rest of last night's turkey has been calling me.
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I noticed that there *IS* still a "For Sale by Owner" sign on a certain house I've been eyeing for a while now, and made a note of the number. (I may call, just for grins and giggles, to find out how much it is.) I stood there for a moment, looking at it and subtracting some of the landscaping---that tree can go, that one needs pruned, definitely paint it something other than stark white...I wonder if it's two bedrooms or three, and how many baths. It's purely fantasy, unless I were to win the lottery, but oh, the location! Library in the backyard and a view of the river from the front. Bliss!
Resumed walking, up the next side-street, down Forrest, and back into the library lot, where I collected my tote of incoming books from my trunk. Returned said books and browsed; in the process, I bumped into CapeGypsy, who said the weather is supposed to get colder overnight, and she wanted a book to curl up with.
I got four, two fic and two non-fic: the lastest Hester Browne, Finishing Touches, a mystery, The Big 5-Oh, Right-size Your Life (an organizing book, hope springs eternal) and a book on knotwork jewelery (now that the sofa is accessable again...).
I'm enjoying Finishing Touches very much so far, but I've enjoyed her previous books, too. The heroine's dad in the Little Lady Agency series reminds me quite a lot of Jools Siviter, and the conclusion of book three made me cheer.
Have had some popcorn but no proper dinner yet. Was also delightfully diverted by a nearly two-hour chat with foreverhermit, who I'm sure is going to have an interesting story to share on Monday. Meanwhile, we conversed about traveling and exes and pets and stuff. Of the few times I've talked to or met members of my f'list, it's never been as awkward as I'm afraid it would be; I tend to think of myself as best on paper, but apparently my raw personality reflects *some* of my scripted savoir-faire.
I think I'm going to scrounge up some food; the rest of last night's turkey has been calling me.
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