I had a normal day for an old man facing a certain end. I left the house for a few minutes late this morning to visit a thrift store down the street from us that had been closed Monday and Tuesday. Last week I found a ton of interesting used books at this thrift store and was wondering if they had put any more out since last week. Sadly to say this thrift store had not put any thing out that was wild, but I did find these odds and ends for our library-
"Fanny Hill Or, Memoir Of A Woman Of Pleasure" by John Cleland first published in 1779 in London, England. This edition is a Signet Classic paperback 1996.
"One Thousand White Women: The Journals of May Dodd" a novel by Jim Fergus (The other day I picked up another used novel by Jim Fergus titled, "The Wild Girl, The Notebook Of Ned Giles, 1932".)
"Under The Black Flag: The Romance And The Reality Of Life Along The Pirates" by David Cordingly
"The Wright Brothers" biography by David McCullough
When I got home from the thrift store it was almost lunch time so I fried me a couple steak burgers. I ate one steak burger and put the other one in the ice box for another day.
I spent the afternoon hours reading, "Robert Lowell Setting The River On Fire: A Study Of Genius, Mania, And Character" biography by Kay Redfield Jamison and dozing. Nothing came in the mail to make me feel positive inside about the future of the world. Carol called around 4 o'clock PM and we talked a little while. Tomorrow she comes home from being away for a very long time. These periods of separation from my wife are soul crushing. It is only the Lord that keeps me from falling apart.
So the day went to by. I have no plans for the evening hours except wait for death.