We needed rain, and last night we got it by the buckets full. Last night was a spectacular show of lightening amid the accompanying rumbling thunder, but this morning, all clear and a little cooler.
|crepe myrtle confetti in bucket|
At certain times there will be a spate of new books in one genre. Lately, fantasy series have been getting new installments, and I've caught up with The Black Witch Chronicles by Laurie Forest, a spin-off series from Juliet Marillier's Blackthorn and Grim trilogy about the warrior bards of Swan Island, and I am now reading the second book in the Rampart Trilogy by M.R. Carey.
Of course, I never neglect reading mysteries/thrillers, but I also enjoyed the memoir Becoming Duchess Goldblatt. Love her twitter feed and her pungent tweets and comments:
"As a fictional utopia, Crooked Path doesn't have any police to defund. Much like heaven, this town is run by librarians in sensible shoes who make house calls."
"You may think, as I do, often: the world is so big and broken, and I am so small and broken. Duct tape and Elmer’s glue, my friends. Stock up."
Her Grace is a pleasure and an inspiration.
I ordered some new size 10 envelopes which arrived yesterday, and I really like them. I experimented with a collage on one yesterday and was pleased. Today I'll write a letter so I can send it out into the world.
Yesterday, the following went out to family.
Max always gets a pun :
There was a baguette in a cage at the zoo. The sign read:
Bread in Captivity.
I am really tired of wrestling with Edgrr for room in my chair. Even worse--when he tramps all over the desk while I'm trying to type and trying to keep him from spilling my coffee at the same time. He's usually such a pleasant fellow and he has lovely purr, I only need half the chair, but I am rather stringent about messing with my coffee.
I wish the cartoon had Edgrr's face.