Books, Books, 2 in Postcards 4

Cookbooks at the store….50% Off.

Here at home, I am just about done dusting the books both upstairs and down. I’d do a shelf and get caught up in a volume. Another shelf and another book would catch my eye. The whole project would have gone vastly faster is I didn’t enjoy my books so much.

I rediscovered Carolyn G. Heilbrun’s “The Last Gift of Time, Life Beyond Sixty” just as I was moving May Sarton’s books. She gives us a chapter about Sarton, and I was delighted to discover her thoughts on this writer much like mine. Sarton was angry. Heilbrun thinks it because she wasn’t considered as important a writer as she thought she should have been. She wanted more adulation than she got. I think she was angry because she wasn’t a man. In the end, all that anger – volume after volume, drove me away from her words.

The books of the Vorkosigan Saga offered me a string of very damaged paperbacks. They really need to be replaced asap. Some of the Moon space operas are mold and dust damaged too. I can’t find all the Hornblower’s, but I did find both of Marion B’s published volumes. Living at the beach is very hard on fabrics and paper, and I collect fabrics and paper.

Later this week, I shall delve into the art storage bins in the garage. Did I mention dust. Yes, I am laughing.

• Himself: Hard at work then to Poway for a meeting.
• Herself: Trying out G’s office chair as I can no longer sit in mine.
• Reading: The last two JA Jance Beaumont volumes.
• Balance: Water aerobics this morning.