Mill and swill and sundry
Managed to survive the "reception" for our local Book Festival last night, using my standard social tactic of grabbing a glass of wine and finding a safe corner to put at my back. I am not a public person. The venue had interest, at least, one of the "lumber baron" mansions that dot our fair city and represent what God would build if He had the budget. Nice woodwork.
Note to Elder Son -- ran into the librarian who used to supervise your volunteer work. She remembers you after all these years and made the connection of names. Says "Hi!"
Nice day, blue sky and cool fresh Canadian air, none of the tailpipe trash from Boston and NYC. I may make another cider run back into the hill country, in hopes of those Greening apples I missed last time.
Reading aloud from DRAGON'S TEETH at the library this afternoon. Maybe I should have saved some of that wine...
Note to Elder Son -- ran into the librarian who used to supervise your volunteer work. She remembers you after all these years and made the connection of names. Says "Hi!"
Nice day, blue sky and cool fresh Canadian air, none of the tailpipe trash from Boston and NYC. I may make another cider run back into the hill country, in hopes of those Greening apples I missed last time.
Reading aloud from DRAGON'S TEETH at the library this afternoon. Maybe I should have saved some of that wine...