and the Winner is....Oak Ridge Boys
Monday on the rez was one of those fitful dozing days for your narrator. It is, at least in part, something chemical. I finally took a Sudafed and perked right up. That med is not good for folks with high blood pressure but neither is sleeping your life away. The day brought some greeting cards and other good mail. One held a portrait of Eve's cat Clara done by three year old Audrey. It is a great picture, the ears are right, her shape is right but the patience ran out on the shading. Very Picasso -like and a lovely shade of green. It makes me grin.
A little browsing took me to some websites with Kindle books-one with 20,000 titles all FREE which is a word I like. Mostly classics which is a good thing. Some of my favorites-some racy: from Fanny Hill to the Decameron. The real find was several volumes of the Junior Classics which I had read as a pup and are now only available in facsimile editions at about $1000.00 a pop. They disappeared from the family manse-they were well-used, second hand to me. I had tried to find a set that I could re-read and pass on to Audrey. They were a great way to absorb the cultural underpinnings of both Eastern and Western civilization. My Kindle grows fat.
More parties this week. I am up to four- other birthdays. Apparently everybody has one. I am double booked on one day but I think I can make it work. All these August birthdays makes me wonder if there is something about the Christmas holidays: greed, gratitude, or good-will, that is a precursor to baby-making. Maybe just the usual-drinking and carelessness.
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