Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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to be united to that inexpressible One who is supreme majesty

It is 2:53 PM Thursday afternoon here in West Michigan. The day slowly speeds by. This morning Beth and Carol went shopping for more baby clothes and left me to take care of Louisa. Louisa slept till 9:30 AM and laid in her crib talking to herself till 9:50 AM and then she started crying for someone to come and pick her up. So I picked her up and played with her and walked around the house. She got bored walking around the house so we walked around the house. I showed Lou my wildflowers and the trees. She got bored with that so we came in the house and she wanted a bottle. I gave her a bottle and just about that time Beth and Carol got home from their shopping spree.

I left after lunch to visit some more thrift stores. I found these used books this afternoon to add to our library.

"The Shawl" a novella by Cynthia Ozick

"Berlin Diary: The Journal of a Foreign Correspondent 1934-1941" by William L. Shiver

"The Information" a novel by Martin Amis

"American Psycho" a novel by Bret Easton Ellis

"Summer In Termuren" a novel by Louis Paul Boon [Translated By Paul Vincent]

When I got home from my wanderings I found Carol looking at newspapers and Beth messing with Louisa.

I have nothing else to report so I will close to feel wasted.

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