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March 18th, 2019 
It is in the death flow 8:36 PM Monday morning. It is a sunny day and I can hear the birds in the morning. Spring time is in the air these days. This coming Wednesday is the first official day of Spring. I sure will be glad when Winter is officially over for another year. It has been a long Winter!

This morning I got up around 6:45 AM. I thought of going downtown for breakfast, but decided not to. I suppose I like waking up slowly in our home eating a plain bowl of oatmeal and a streaming hot cup of fresh home made coffee. The simple pleasures of a middle class existence in the Waste Land.

I volunteer at the local library used books store today from 10 o'clock AM till 1 o'clock PM. After the Book Nook I will come home to wait for darkness to come. Right now I can feel myself wanting to fall asleep.

Last night I made a video for my Youtube site and read till bedtime the novel, 'Merry Men' by Carolyn Chute. This morning after messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and have been trying to read from a book titled, 'The Spiritual Life' by Campegius Vitringa Translated And Edited By Charles K. Telfer Foreword By Richard A. Muller.

Do not know what else to report so I will close to doze till it is time for me to go to the Book Nook. I doubt if I will do anything today after the Book Nook. I will come home and close my eyes and doze the rest of the day. Existence is speeding by. There is no way of escape.


Sun is shining, the weather is sweet
Make you want to move your dancing feet
To the rescue, here i am
Want you to know, y'all, where i stand

(monday morning) here i am
Want you to know just if you can
(tuesday evening) where i stand
(wenesday morning)
Tell myself a new day is rising
(thursday evening) get on the rise
A new day is dawning
(friday morning) here i am
(saturday evening) want you to know just
Want you to know just where i stand

When the morning gathers the rainbow
Want you to know i'm a rainbow too
So, to the rescue here i am
Want you to know just if you can
Where i stand, know, know, know, know, know

We'll lift our heads and give jah praises
We'll lift our heads and give jah praises, yeah

Sun is shining, the weather is sweet
Make you want to move your dancing feet
To the rescue, here i am
Want you to know just if you can
Where i stand

(wenesday morning)
Tell myself a new day is rising
(thursday evening) get on the rise
A new day is dawning
(friday morning) here i am
(saturday evening) want you to know just
Want you to know just where i stand

When the morning gathers the rainbow
Want you to know i'm a rainbow too
So to the rescue, here i am
Want you to know just if you can
Where i stand, know, know, know, know, know

We'll lift our heads and give jah praises (repeat)
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet
Make you want to move your dancing feet
To the rescue, here i am
Want you to know just if you can
Where i stand, no, no, no, no, where i stand
Sun is shining, sun is shining


i do not own anything


two surprise mail packages from my wife & Monday reads

'H.P. Lovecraft: A Life' by S.T. Joshi

'Philip Larkin Letters to Monica' Edited by Anthony Thwaite

'Divine Invasions: A Life of Philip K. Dick' by Lawrence Sutin

'Loving Picasso: The Private Journal of Fernande Olivier' Translated from the French by Christine Baker and Michael Raeburn Foreword and notes by Marilyn McCully

'Samuel Pepys: A Life' by Stephen Coote

'George Washington's America: A Biography Through His Maps' by Barnet Schecter

'Life Class: The Selected Memoirs Of Diana Athill' With An Introduction By Ian Jack
09:33 pm - new novel
'The Faculty of Dreams' a novel by Sara Stridsberg

Longlisted for the Man Booker International Prize 2019

In April 1988, Valerie Solanas – the writer, radical feminist and would-be assassin of Andy Warhol – was discovered dead in her hotel room, in a grimy corner of San Francisco. She was only 52; alone, penniless and surrounded by the typed pages of her last writings.

In The Faculty of Dreams, Sara Stridsberg revisits the hotel room where Solanas died, the courtroom where she was tried and convicted of attempting to murder Andy Warhol, the Georgia wastelands where she spent her childhood, and the mental hospitals where she was interned.

Through imagined conversations and monologues, reminiscences and rantings, Stridsberg reconstructs this most intriguing and enigmatic of women, articulating the thoughts and fears that she struggled to express in life and giving a powerful, heartbreaking voice to the writer of the infamous SCUM Manifesto.

new novel
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