“We’re as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.”
We have rain though barely enough to mention. The wind is blowing, and the day is dark. I’ve left the lights off. I like the mood. It’s sort of spooky.
In my bedroom, the only light I use is clipped to the headboard. I had lamps like that when I was a kid. I’d snuggle into my blankets and read by the light of my bed-lamp. The light was close to me, just over my head. I remember pink plastic lights. I melted a couple. They didn’t last in the heat under the covers for long when I was sneaking and reading.
When I was a kid, there were Golden Books but not as many as now. My mother used to read them to me. She told me I knew all the animals in the circle on the back when I was two. I’ve already mentioned Henny Penny, my favorite. My mother read my brother and me Treasure Island. The treachery of Long John Silver crushed me. Back then I read the classics like Little Women and Little Men. I read Wind in the Willows, and I envied Doctor Dolittle. Black Beauty and Old Yeller made me cry. My mother introduced me to mysteries, but I found science fiction on my own. Heidi gave me my first glimpse of the Alps. So many books for me.
I was an adult when I found Narnia and The Lord of the Rings. Afterwards, I gave the books as gifts so no-one else would have to wait. To me, books are personal gifts and finding just the right book takes time. I found one last year for a friend. She liked it and was passing it along. I was happy knowing I’d found The Book. Right now I am reading one which has potential for Christmas. I hope so.
It has started raining. I can hear the drops almost one at a time. I hear drops on metal and the different sound of the drops on the roof. The close drops are right outside the open den window. I hear drops on the barbecue cover, on the furniture and on the roof overhang. It is a plethora of sounds, a symphony of rain. The wind brings the crescendo, and all the leaves are blown north to south then it is quiet again except for a few drops of rain.
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August 16, 2020 at 1:32 pm
Hi Kat,
No rain here, just 100° plus temperatures. Sitting by the pool on my patio before going in to cool off. Unfortunately, the water is more like a bathtub than a pool.
In my office I have a wall bookcase which I filled with my hard cover books.when my mother-in-law moved from her condo into a retirement community we hauled her books to Half Price Bookstore. They offered us so little that it wouldn’t even cover the cost of the gas to drive the three or four mikes to the store.
August 16, 2020 at 2:27 pm
Hi Bob,
It is still raining a bit here, and it is cool, 70˚. It will even get lower tonight. It feels good.
I have a second hand store close. They buy the books and you get credit. I like that as there are so many options of categories of books. It is in South Yarmouth, fifteen minutes or so from me.