Friday, August 18, 2023

I place a lot of books on hold from the library.  My personal librarian and talented friend brings me piles of books and returns the ones I am done with. It’s not that I read them all.  I look at most and maybe read 20 pages. If I like it, I continue.  Perhaps I read 25 percent of the books. I am self-conscious with reading so much. At 83 years old I get to do what I want.

I turn on the oven to heat up the frozen pizzas.  Soon the kitchen is filling up with smoke. When the oven is cool, I see the black mess on the bottom. I have no idea what spilled. Now, on my list, clean the oven. Sigh.

I am inspired, or maybe seduced, by shinny objects on Amazon.  My latest purchase is a set of multi colored plastic Scandinavian glasses. They are perfect with my colorful wheat straw fiber cereal bowls. My new stuff is light weight and unbreakable and colorful. Before the pandemic I would walk around Target and now I wonder around Amazon.

I am back to reading another book of Deborah Crombie’s series of British mystery stories, DREAMING OF THE BONES, from 1997.