Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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a sudden light

It is 3:42 PM Friday afternoon here in west Michigan. It is another bright warm sunny day. We are expecting hot weather to come our way the rest of this week. It is predicted to get in the 90's. The polar ice cap is melting while we are being cooked by the sun. The ocean's are rising and soon New York Cit will be under water. Here in Michigan Lake Michigan the water levels are so high beaches are disappearing. House are being washed away along the shores of Lake Michigan.

I have had thus far a normal day. I am extremely tired this afternoon due to old age and lack of proper rest. Last night our bedroom was hot as an oven and hardly slept. Carol got up around 4 o'clock AM and I got up around 6:15 AM.

This morning I volunteered at the local library used books store The Book Nook from 10 o'clock AM till 1 o'clock PM. I brought home these used book from the Book Nook to add to our library-

'Auden' a biography by Richard Davenport-Hines

'Edward Hopper: An Intimate Biography' by Gail Levin

'Znleika Dobson' a novel by Max Beerbohm New York The Heritage Press 1960 hardcover edition

'A Sudden Light' A Novel by Garth Stein

'Echoes Of An Autobiography' by Naguib Mahfouz Translated by Deny Johnson-Davis

'Two Lives: Gertrude And Alice' by Janet Malcolm

'The Grand Surprise: The Journals Of Leo Lerman' Edited By Stephen Pascal

'Proust and his World' with 145 illustrations by William Sansom

'Psychogeography: Disentangling the Modern Conundrum of Psyche and Place' Words by Will Self Pictures by Ralph Steadman

'The Eye of the Lynx: Galileo, His Friends, And The Beginning of Modern Natural History' by David Freedberg

In the mail this afternoon I received in old used book titled, 'Paris Interzone : Richard Wright, Lolita, Boris Vian and other on the Left Bank 1946-1960' by James Campbell.

Carol is not here this afternoon, she is out doing errands. I am tired so I will close to feel sick.

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