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text 2018-10-12 19:40
Treasure trove? Don't quite know yet.

There are about 20 boxes of books in the workshop.  I know some of the boxes contain old westerns and there's at least one with old science fiction/fantasy/horror.  By "old" I mean pre-1990.  I already know where there's one with old mysteries.  The rest are general fiction, some non-fiction.  I haven't touched any of them, except the one box of mysteries, since moving here 12 1/2 years ago.


I don't know why I didn't think about the gothics until 2:30 this morning.


Most of the boxes are relatively inaccessible.  I'd have to move other things out of the way to get at them.  Only two boxes are out in the open, one on top of the other.  The one on top -- a copier paper box -- is starting to fall apart.  When I lifted the lid, all the joints came open.


Inside that first box are between 80 and 100 gothics. 


Yep, the first box.


The books are dusty, so I'll have to take a couple of rags out there and clean them up.




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text 2018-10-06 23:13
Disappointments, discouragements, and . . . those other things.

We have storms predicted for tomorrow, so the president of our artists' group cancelled tomorrow's show.  This was probably a wise decision because even with only a 50% chance of rain, the venue is EXTREMELY difficult for setting up and tearing down.  Better safe than sorry. 


So that's the disappointment.


Like many of the rest of you, I've been very discouraged by current events.  There are those who say, "Oh, just read a book and you'll forget all about it."  Um, no.  Though I am one of the very, very lucky ones who can say I've never been sexually assaulted, there are other kinds of abuse that leave long-lasting scars.  I've lost a lot of sleep the past few weeks.  In spite of that, I actually did some writing yesterday, the first serious writing (even if only a couple of paragraphs) I've done in ages.  I wish I could maintain some momentum.


That's the discouragement.


Our community has a little monthly magazine called Superstition Living. It features pretty pictures and lightweight articles on investing and gardening and health, along with recipes and the occasional poem.  October's edition arrived in today's mail.



The cover photograph is by Jack Olson, a member of our artists' group.  The scene is a composite including the Mining Camp Restaurant, a local restaurant that burned to the ground a couple years ago, with Superstition Mountain in the background.




Normally I glance through the pages to see if there's anything about the art group -- the article on page 7 is about our now-cancelled show at the Olive Mill -- and to look at the pictures.  There's really nothing on the Table of Contents page that would catch my eye otherwise.


Except, except, except that little photo on the bottom of the page.


What drew my eyes there?  I don't know.  I just don't know.



Ms. Messamore is not a member of our group.  I don't know her, have never heard of her before.  There's nothing about this little picture or the fine print next to it that would have caught my attention.  Yet something did.


In case you're interested, here's a link to the shop she's referencing.  It looks pretty cool, doesn't it?


But I really don't believe in omens.


Do you?

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text 2018-09-30 18:20
46 years ago yesterday -- more from the workshop cache

I believe the date on this is September 29, 1972.



These were in a box of "stuff" I acquired at a Friends of the Library "getting rid of junk" (GROJ) sale.  Paperbacks were 10 cents, hardcovers 25 cents, magazines were free.






"Shake-up at the FBI" on my 24th birthday.




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text 2018-09-30 17:44
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text 2018-09-19 20:10
My life just gets weirder and weirder

I had a doctor's appointment at 7:15 this morning, but it got cancelled.  Next available is 2 October.  Glad it wasn't an emergency!


But I had other errands to run, so about 8:30 I headed into town.  Last stop was the grocery store.


I always check to see if they have large plastic storage totes on sale.  Today they did!  But it was a weird sale.  The pinkish-purple totes, 18-gallon size, were 2/$5.99.  The turquoise blue totes, exact same size, were 2/$6.99.  I put two of the pinkish-purple ones in my cart and headed to the check-out.


But I got charged $5.99 for each of them!


Rather than argue with the cashier and hold up the line, I went right to the customer service desk.  Sure enough, I was right and they were wrong so I not only got refund of my $5.99 (plus tax) but an extra $5 for my inconvenience!  Whoo hoo!


So I drove home and quickly unloaded the few groceries -- which had been "bagged" into the plastic totes -- because it was still 85 very humid degrees even though we're supposed to be "cooling down."  I put the ice cream away and the produce and BF's oatmeal raisin cookies.  Last things to come in were the two jars of refrigerated pickles.


And one of them was open!  ARGH!


Fortunately, it hadn't leaked, but I will definitely have to take it back.  Thank goodness I have to go back into town tomorrow anyway and this won't necessitate an extra, separate trip.


It's just an annoyance.


Another annoyance is the huge storm system headed our way.  Looks like heavy rain is likely for most of the afternoon and into the evening.  To be honest, I'm ready for it.


Especially if it sends all the T A R A N T U L As back into their burrows!





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