Did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket?
I'm renovating part of my parents' house, and today this involved moving five bookcases and their contents and reshuffling a sixth. And so I did one of my periodic weedings-out of books to sell, and went to the used book dealer's shop with a whole trunkful. (The book dealer is a great guy: old and grizzled, Beatles haircut which has come back
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daaayum.
This is not quite as cool as William Shakespeare riding Halley's Comet to town to do a poetry slam with Amelia Earhart, but close.
Yeah, my sentiments exactly. (Dad palindrome Dad, I pal..whoops, got carried away there.)
I wish I had the money m'self.
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See the hands of the grandfather clock unwinding...
Technically I don't have the money for this either--every dollar has a hole it needs to fill--but if I pass up a chance this big, and this convenient, I'll regret it all my life. Like the time I could have bought a swordcane, couldn't justify spending sixty dollars on an accessory, and by the time I changed my mind and turned around and went back, it was gone. I'm still kicking myself over that one.
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