Sometime Friday, I took pity on Guinness’s panting self, closed the windows, and turned on the air conditioner. I’d been putting it off to spite the profiteers. Today, I left The Compound for the first time since… I don’t know when. Wednesday? And HOLY CRAP IT’S HOT. I’m sure it doesn’t help that I’ve been sick.
My mother has been reading poems to a mentally challenged resident of “Shady Pines,” and she wanted to know if I had any books of children’s poetry, because these are apparently favorites. The last time I entrusted any of my children’s books to my mother, I ended up with little golden spines and nothing else–some kind of book-eating bastard bug in the place where she stored my stuff. Not that I’m BITTER or anything, but no, not even for a mission of mercy can she have the meager remnants of my early years. So I went to Half Price Books and bought three volumes of children’s poems. That should keep them busy for a while.
Because I’m not leaving the house again until October.
my Mother let my step-sister borrow all of my books .. all my Richard Scarry’s and well that is just like some bastard bug eating book – because I was left with nothing.
Twin lives we have…
I love that “Mama Becky” is doing this, it gives me a warm smile to hear that she is settling in so well and making such a great place for herself at “Shady Pines.”