Saturday January 5, 2019

A middle-aged motorcycle driving stranger knocked at my door this evening.  It was dark outside.  He said he was looking for his black cat who had disappeared and was he in my back yard?  I didn’t think so.  He asked if he could check out the back yard so I led him through the house to the back door.  He walked around outside and came back in saying the cat wasn’t there.  How long had the cat been gone and he said a month.  The cat was last seen when his buddy took the cat to a bar in Seaside. I decided not to question him.  Now I am carefully locking all the doors for the night.

I notice a short report in The Library Journal about one of my all time favorite books.  PRAIRE FIRES: THE AMERICAN DREAMS OF LAURA INGALIS WILDER by Caroline Fraser. This fueled my interested in how people managed in the 19^th century mid America.  I am now on the alert for other books like this.

I received three Christmas cards this year, each with sparkles, more then I deserved since I haven’t sent out any cards for decades. This year I sent out post cards to politicians. I now use these holiday cards for book marks and feel a spark of joy when I see them.  Sparkles are accumulating around my reading chair.