Sometimes you just have to thumb your sore, itchy nose at all the pollen and sit outside with your iced coffee and a book or two while your dogs laze in the grass. Birds provide most of the sound–including the occasional VERY large bird framed here by trees and power lines.
Even that sound is okay. It means things are running as they should in the world.
That Hemingway novel reminds me of why I shouldn’t loan books (though I still do, from time to time). I was quite the Hemingway scholar as a young woman because I had two great Hemingway professors. After I left college, almost every trip to the bookstore netted me another Hemingway novel, story collection, or biography. That slowed down when I was a poor graduate student. But when Scribner’s said they’d be publishing another posthumous novel, The Garden of Eden, I bought it as soon as it was released–my first 1st edition Hemingway. Not long after, at a party at our house, a friend brought a guy I hadn’t met who was also a Hemingway buff. We were discussing the book and I agreed to let him borrow it since he couldn’t afford to buy it, and after all, my friend vouched for him. He never returned it. So this is my second copy of the novel. People who steal other people’s books suck.
Do you see the little light snapped to my Nook? Not being used outside, of course, but it’s one of my birthday presents from Lynne. It’s a gift to Tom, too, because I always have to read at least a little in bed before I can fall asleep, and my lamp bothers him. The little book light doesn’t seem to disturb him at all.
Here are some other birthday goodies from Lynne.
There’s the cake, of course, that she made.
Pressed pennies from her family’s Disney World trip back in December.
A lovely glass ball for the garden, a little terra cotta bear that you put in your brown sugar to keep it moist (ew, that word), a Venus McFlytrap Monster High doll (love her glasses), and…those damn coasters. Because everything in her house was packed up at Christmas, the coasters didn’t make a holiday appearance. But now they’re back in circulation, ready for me to concoct some fiendish way to pass them along again to her or Laura sometime in the coming months.