I want to write but there is nothing to write. Since I hardly do anything it is difficult to come up with something to write about.
Carol called me this afternoon from a public library. Beth, Carol and baby Mae were in-between doctor's appointments and were at a public library across the street from a medical building. Carol called me because this public library had used books for sale and she wanted to know if I wanted any of the books she was looking at. As she read off titles and authors I searched my LibraryThing site and Amazon. Carol found four used books for me to ADD to our library.
"Alias Grace" a novel by Margaret Atwood
"Runaway" stories by Alice Munro
"The Berlin Diaries, 1940-1945" by Marie Wassiltschikow
a book on the Spanish Civil War General Franco & Fascism
There is nothing on television worth watching so I will read "Friend Of My Youth" stories by Munro and maybe start reading short stories by Joyce Carol Oates in a used book I found yesterday titled, "Faithless: Tales Of Transgression."
Tomorrow is a Friday. It is suppose to snow all the way into the month of April. I was looking at plant life in our back yard today and everything is dead. I think this last winter has killed alot of plants and trees.
Well I will close to read and go to bed early.