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I did and won a book in one of her raffles.

Kaizen and the Art of Creative Thinking  arrived this morning.

There was even a hand-made bookmark.

Tomorrow I’m looking forward  to a decaf and some reading at Starbucks.

Visit J. Kaye’s Book Blog

Her review of the book

I began to browse among bookshelves.

Anybody got a dustcloth?

A  workbook I filled out in 1995 was hidden under a pile of magazines.

What an experience it was revisiting myself thirteen years ago.

I was the happy mother of a teen-ager.  Today I am the happy mother of a grown-up married lady.

There was several pages that required you to draw pictures of how you saw yourself.

 In one I gave myself spinning wheels instead of legs.

And not one section mentions the Internet! 

When required to draw what I looked like relaxing I am reading a book and drinking tea.

Interesting.

Bet some of you are wondering what Shelfari is right?

Go to my mine and see - it’s actually quite a lot of fun.

My Shelfari

Just finished reading No One Cares What You Had For Lunch  100 Ideas for Your Blog Margaret Mason.

One of my favorites was number 99 Obsess.  Mason writes:  Photograph everywhere you go for a week, note everything you buy for a month, record each outfit you wear for a year.  Mildly (or majorly) obsessive posts are much more illuminating than a snippet here and there.

I’m listening to Old Friend from far away Natalie Goldberg.  It’s a writing workshop on how to write memoir.

I remember the afternoon I discovered Natalie Goldberg.  My daughter was in school, and I wandered over to our local library.  The place was very quiet; the sunshine coming in through the high bank of windows on the right wall warmed me.  With no particular kind of book in mind, I wandered the aisles.  On the last set of shelves, just before the reference section, a slim volume with a white cover caught my eye.  The cover had blue and black type and graphics on a white background; I like that combination of colors.  The book was called Writing Down The Bones.  I liked the title.  I borrowed and read it. 

My writing self was never same after that book came into my life.  There is always a notebook in my bag becaose of that book.  I write in coffee bars and cafes because of that book.  I am less afraid because of that book.

If you haven’t already - read that book.

 A new option for lunch opened up across the street from my friend in Jersey.

It’s got a salad bar, pizza, deli section with paninis and lots of fresh fruit and drink options.

We made five trips there between the two of us today.

Real couple of oinkers huh?

Speaking of lunch my new book from new book arrived in the mail: No One Cares What You Had For Lunch 100 Ideas For Your Blog Margaret Mason.

I’m going to crack it open right now.

Hope to be back soon with an absolutely enlightening post.

In a matter of minutes:

  • a customer service rep accidentally disconnected me after a 30 minute hold with the worst music ever
  • Word crashed taking my document with it - sob
  • the second phone line died
  • my homefries spilled into my coffee - don’t ask me how I did it - okay?

Somehow managed to salvage the document, and get customer service back on the line.    The rep actually gave me what I wanted.  And I’m praying the second phone line will receive faxes if nothing else.

A friend lent me a great book over the weekend: 700 Sundays by Billy Crystal

It’s an easy and funny read; I finished it in under two hours. 

Oh look, a fax just came in - somebody up there does like me :)

See ya later

Made a major ebay purchase.

Cost me a nickel.

Yup, I kid you not.  I bought one of my all-time favorite reads for just five cents; a first edition paperback of The Unoriginal Sinner & The Ice Cream God by John R. Powers.

The shipping and handling charges were three bucks and change - still a  bargain.

I could tell the seller appreciate books by how carefully it was wrapped.  In addition to a bubble-wrap envelope, the book was carefully wrapped in a sheet of wax paper.

John R. Powers like me grew up Catholic.   He did his time in Chicago, me in New York.

I had been wanting to re-read that book for a long time, but couldn’t find it in any stores.  So I decided to do what most of America is doing, and search for it on ebay.  One copy turned up,  it was one of those Buy It Nows so I did.

I’m saving it for a quiet evening.

How are all of you?