A Double Book Day in Postcards 4

Tired of coughing, I cleaned out the bookcases. It was just like being at work.

It sounds so simple, but it was an all day job. Our housekeeper cleans the tops of the books, and she cleans the fronts of the books. She does not clean behind the books. That’s what I did Monday. Pick them up, dust, dust the shelves, put them back only if I think I will reread them someday. I got rid of six boxes of mysteries which leaves room for more histories. I seem to be getting more histories these days.

Tomorrow morning, I am driving grumpy up to a new Chevy dealer on Kearny Mesa. I confess that I am very uncomfortable with this. My mouth says all the wrong things when dealing with what I perceive as a high stress situation.

“Hi, we want to try you out,” I might say. “Because the last dealer told us to turn up the radio to cover up a weird sound.” The sound was the throw out bearing beginning its demise.

At least I am sleeping all night long now and now coughing any more.

• Himself: Enjoying his own work and putting up with me.
• Herself: Playing with books at work. What fun.
• Reading: One of Tony Hillerman’s Jim Chee books. I kept all the Hillerman’s.
• Balance: Many showers.