holidays in a bookstore
The thing about holidays in a bookstore is that you get people who don't read. Normally the customers even the rude ones are okay because they are semi literate and you can reason with them. For the most part they are bookstore people. I can deal with that.
However, during the holidays you get people who do not read buying gifts for people who do. They speak in popular novels and authors and Oprah's books. And you smile because you know that you have an obscure relation who has done the same thing and that perhaps this is cosmic karma?
In other news. It is the day after Thanksgiving. I am at work. There is no one really here and nothing really to do. So I am going to ramble. Good times, no?
Thanksgiving was good but strange. My mom spent the day in the hospital with her husband. He's home now. He was supposed to be home in time for dinner but that didn't work out. So I went to a movie. On Thanksgiving Day. With my aunt, my dad, my brother, my step sister and my cousin. Oh yeah. And my papaw. He told the ticket guy the last time he'd been to a movie the ticket was fifty cents. He wasn't kidding.
We saw Walk the Line. And my aunt cried. I didn't get teary eyed until the end. And it was like my dad said because you knew that he wasn't going to be around to make anymore music. And because my family is crazy music fans we knew all this obscured history stuff and there were things left out, but it does make me want to read the autobiography.
hmmmmmm. Not much here I started filling out the online application for comm college. I think I have in mind where I want to go to grad school. I'm just not 100% sure how all that jazz is gonna work out...but we'll see. And it'll happen.
I think that's all.
However, during the holidays you get people who do not read buying gifts for people who do. They speak in popular novels and authors and Oprah's books. And you smile because you know that you have an obscure relation who has done the same thing and that perhaps this is cosmic karma?
In other news. It is the day after Thanksgiving. I am at work. There is no one really here and nothing really to do. So I am going to ramble. Good times, no?
Thanksgiving was good but strange. My mom spent the day in the hospital with her husband. He's home now. He was supposed to be home in time for dinner but that didn't work out. So I went to a movie. On Thanksgiving Day. With my aunt, my dad, my brother, my step sister and my cousin. Oh yeah. And my papaw. He told the ticket guy the last time he'd been to a movie the ticket was fifty cents. He wasn't kidding.
We saw Walk the Line. And my aunt cried. I didn't get teary eyed until the end. And it was like my dad said because you knew that he wasn't going to be around to make anymore music. And because my family is crazy music fans we knew all this obscured history stuff and there were things left out, but it does make me want to read the autobiography.
hmmmmmm. Not much here I started filling out the online application for comm college. I think I have in mind where I want to go to grad school. I'm just not 100% sure how all that jazz is gonna work out...but we'll see. And it'll happen.
I think that's all.