The last cloudy day
Jul. 17th, 2006 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisThe sun is behind the clouds this morning so my living room is cool and comfortable. The weather forecast tells me that this is the last day of this. Hot sun with no clouds appears to be on tap for the next week. Ugh. So I'm trying to be a week's worth of grateful for today.
My brother appears to be tickled with his Half.Com gift certificate. His note this morning says he will 'work for books'. In the olden days - back when Half.Com was paying a town in Oregon to change its name - I sold a ton of books there. And bought a half ton. When my library opened back up, I gave away the books that didn't sell and went back to borrowing instead of buying. So I hadn't been back to the site in a while. I was kind of tickled to see that so much of the original remained and that their deals - while not the 'steals' of $.01 and $.05 of the old days, there are still some good prices.
Work wise, I've got some stuff to do but no major deadlines. I'm expecting some fairly hefty jobs to come in later today or tomorrow morning which will keep me busy. So things are good.
I need to make some snacking stuff for Keiran and Alan's visit on Thursday but I think I have a plan and I have the goods in house and Thursday is not that soon.
I need to think of every errand I might want to run in the next week and do them today before it gets hot. Hmmmm right now I can only think of one.
When we lived in Kansas City (so before I was 7), my father's parents lived in the still, apparently, tiny town of Chaffee, Missouri. Daddy's father worked for the Frisco Railroad. Daddy's mother was cranky and mean. I'm sure my Mom hated to visit. But, visit we did seems fairly often but that could be a misconception. I do have very vivid memories of their house (horse hair couches that hurt the back of my legs - yes, we ALWAYS had to wear dresses) and the gold fish pond in the back yard.
The town had a center park with a white band stand in the middle (sweartogod). But the best thing was a Woolworths Dime Store. Actually that was the second best thing. The very best thing is that I was allowed to walk there by myself as in sans grownup. Sometimes I had to take my sister but even that did not dampen the adventure of it all. The store had wooden floors that creaked. And endless counters of wonderful things. Seems like I generally had a quarter. I know it wasn't a dollar because I distinctly remember several expensive (cost of a dollar) that I really wanted and couldn't afford but lusted after. No one rushed me, I could spend as long as I wanted to wandering up and down the aisles just looking and deciding how I would spend my quarter. It was heaven on earth. I can remember the rich feelings of independence and opportunity that flooded over me as soon as I hear that little bell that ran when I opened the store door.
My brother appears to be tickled with his Half.Com gift certificate. His note this morning says he will 'work for books'. In the olden days - back when Half.Com was paying a town in Oregon to change its name - I sold a ton of books there. And bought a half ton. When my library opened back up, I gave away the books that didn't sell and went back to borrowing instead of buying. So I hadn't been back to the site in a while. I was kind of tickled to see that so much of the original remained and that their deals - while not the 'steals' of $.01 and $.05 of the old days, there are still some good prices.
Work wise, I've got some stuff to do but no major deadlines. I'm expecting some fairly hefty jobs to come in later today or tomorrow morning which will keep me busy. So things are good.
I need to make some snacking stuff for Keiran and Alan's visit on Thursday but I think I have a plan and I have the goods in house and Thursday is not that soon.
I need to think of every errand I might want to run in the next week and do them today before it gets hot. Hmmmm right now I can only think of one.
When we lived in Kansas City (so before I was 7), my father's parents lived in the still, apparently, tiny town of Chaffee, Missouri. Daddy's father worked for the Frisco Railroad. Daddy's mother was cranky and mean. I'm sure my Mom hated to visit. But, visit we did seems fairly often but that could be a misconception. I do have very vivid memories of their house (horse hair couches that hurt the back of my legs - yes, we ALWAYS had to wear dresses) and the gold fish pond in the back yard.
The town had a center park with a white band stand in the middle (sweartogod). But the best thing was a Woolworths Dime Store. Actually that was the second best thing. The very best thing is that I was allowed to walk there by myself as in sans grownup. Sometimes I had to take my sister but even that did not dampen the adventure of it all. The store had wooden floors that creaked. And endless counters of wonderful things. Seems like I generally had a quarter. I know it wasn't a dollar because I distinctly remember several expensive (cost of a dollar) that I really wanted and couldn't afford but lusted after. No one rushed me, I could spend as long as I wanted to wandering up and down the aisles just looking and deciding how I would spend my quarter. It was heaven on earth. I can remember the rich feelings of independence and opportunity that flooded over me as soon as I hear that little bell that ran when I opened the store door.
