Thursday

23 March 2017

— frost on my neighbor’s greenhouse

Good Morning All,

So far, this morning has all the makings of a great day: 

1. Around 4:00 in the a.m., on my Kindle Fire, I won three games of cribbage in a row, getting me back up to 65% in the win column.

2. Then I read another twenty delightful pages in Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, which I had been perversely refusing to read because everyone told me how good it was.

3. Dawn was gloriously sunny, and it has remained so.

4. Johs and Holly both sent e-mails to congratulate me for marshaling the courage to go by the location of our former house.

5. My cyber copy of The Boston Globe is predicting the Trump/Ryan Screw-the-People Health Bill will not have the votes in the House later today. (Okay, that’s thanks to the tea-party fascists because the present bill doesn’t screw the people enough, but—hey—help is help.)

6. The Clinic where I was supposed to be at 9:00 sharp to find out about the—doubtless dire--results of my blood tests just phoned to say that Lotte, my doctor, is ill, and I am rescheduled all the way to next Tuesday.

7. Even as we speak, there are four raisin buns warming in the oven. I’ll give them another ten minutes and then slather on less margarine than I would like, plus--on two of them--a little raspberry jam.

In booklist news, we are up to and have surpassed 501 volumes. Thanks to all of you who contributed a title or two. I shall wait another couple of days in the hopes a few more of you send in the odd title! You are most welcome to do so!

Just to forewarn you, I shall probably be sending another homemade Iris-Noble poem in the near future: Motherhood after Midnight. It’s not very long, anyway.

Johs and Holly arrive this weekend for a whole week! This inspires me to empty a few more boxes and hang a few more pictures.

Can you smell the raisin buns?

Go Well and Stay Well,

Bhekaron