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crookedfingers
July 9th, 2018 
It is 3:59 PM Monday late afternoon here in west Michigan where the sun never sets and the wolves like fresh meat.

I am enjoying some peace before it all comes to a sad conclusion. Carol is sleeping right now because goes back to work tonight. I am hoping Lakeshore Auto Repair Shop calls and tells me I can come get Carol's car. Today I volunteered at the local library used books store The Book Nook and on the way home I heard underneath the car the muffler dragging so I drove over to where we have work done on our motor vehicles to have it reattached. I hate to tell Carol when she gets up this evening she will have to walk to work. Carol could have driven our Dodge van but is out of commission presently something is wrong with the front end. I have a car/van appointment to get the van fixed on the 20th of this month July.

I am having a difficult time making sense today. I am extremely tired. This morning before I left for the Book Nook Andy, Beth, Lou, Marn, and Jack left for their family reunion up North Michigan. They told Carol and I they would be back this Thursday afternoon.

The Book Nook today was not busy so I read from a book titled, 'Children of The Sun-A Narrative of "Decadence" in England After 1918' by Martin Green.

I got to close because Carol is up and I got to tell her the bad news.

It is now in the death flow 4:50 PM Monday early evening. I told Carol the bad news, she said she would walk to work tonight. She only has to work a couple of blocks to the hospital where she works, so the walk won't be long.

I brought home from the Book Nook these used books today-

'The Complete New Yorker' Introduction By David Reminick

'The Art Of Subtext: Beyond Plot' essays by Charles Baxter

'The Old Gringo' a novel by Carlos Fuentes Translated from the Spanish by Margaret Sayers Peden

'The Heart's Invisible Furies' a novel by John Boyne

'Magpie Murders' a novel by Anthony Horowitz

'Andy Warhol 365 Takes' By the Staff of The Andy Warhol Museum

'Avenue Of Mysteries' a novel by John Irving

It is 4:57 PM Monday evening. I have no plans for the rest of this day. Tomorrow is a Tuesday. No way out.


beer bottles are flying or Monday Reads

'Children Of The Sun: A Narrative of "Decadence" in England After 1918' by Martin Green

'The Adventures And Misadventures Of Maqroll' by Alvaro Mutis Translated By Edith Goldman

'Swans Sacrifice And Transcendence: The Oral History' by Nick Soulsby

'Avid Reader: A Life' by Robert Gottlieb

'I Will Be Complete: A Memoir' by Glen David Gold

'Coyotes and Town Dogs: Earth First! And The Environmental Movement' by Susan Zakin

'The Complete New Yorker' Introduction By David Reminick

'The Art Of Subtext: Beyond Plot' essays by Charles Baxter

'The Old Gringo' a novel by Carlos Fuentes Translated from the Spanish by Margaret Sayers Peden

'The Heart's Invisible Furies' a novel by John Boyne

'Magpie Murders' a novel by Anthony Horowitz

'Andy Warhol 365 Takes' By the Staff of The Andy Warhol Museum

'Avenue Of Mysteries' a novel by John Irving

music: Lucero 'Women & Work'

music: Lucero 'Tennessee'

music: Lucero 'Live From Atlanta November 22,23,& 24, 2013'

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucero_(band)
10:56 pm - rabbit
rabbit
It is 11:03 PM late Monday night. I hate going to bed when I have the whole house to myself. I want to stay up and enjoy my own little private world. But I am really wasted and should just go to bed. Tomorrow I can sit all day in this cool house and just seek God without distractions. How can parents maintain a spiritual life when their kids are out of control day and night? How can a parent pray when their kids are screaming twenty-four hours every day? It is all beyond me.

This evening I made a video for my Booktube channel and brought up my stuff from the lower level. Carol and I were living down in the lower level when Beth and Andy were here with their three children. Andy and Beth and their kids come back this coming Thursday and we will have to move back down into the lower level again. I thought of just staying down in the lower level till Beth and her family leave next week for their home. But our bed up here is more comfortable than the bed down in the lower level. I hate being out of my routine. I am a creature of habit, it is how I cope in this world.

Carol's car was fixed in time for her to drive it to work this evening. Carol left for work in a horrible mood. She was so mad she could not talk. I think she is blown out. She needs a vacation where she does not have to do anything. Carol needs to not be giving all time, but receive some love in return.

I suppose I will go to bed and try to fall asleep. Lately I have been having intense spiritual dreams.

wild flower
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