Today would have been my Dad's 130th birthday. He didn't quite make half of that. But these significant birthdays stay with us just about forever. I don't remember death dates, probably too much upset around them.
Cleaners here today and my car blessedly started, so I'm writing from the library, where there's a great departure from the usual exhibits.
I registered for the online discussion, and if you can scan the qr code, maybe you can too.
While I was busy with this techie stuff, a gentleman asked me if I'd seen his earpiece charger. He'd put it down somewhere. Tech giveth and we lose the parts.
Beautiful day today and if the wind has dropped I'll get a walk here, around the fountain, now off for the winter.
Meanwhile, reading. The Atkinson was great, funny and confusing and vintage. It's back in the library now, for the next person on the long list.
It's odd to come to a library and spend time reading from my Kindle, come to think of it. Like bringing your own sandwich to a buffet.
Speaking of which, the libe has splurged on a puzzle table, with raised sides, which I guess keeps the pieces off the floor. After prolonged study, trial and many errors, I managed to place two, count them, pieces. Yay me. Not a world class puzzler.
Happy day everyone, home soon to tomato cheese egg bake from last night, on toast. Fast food.
Great sadness about the California fires, along with relief that we still have a president willing and able to surge assistance to the region.
