Still grey and damp.
I’m not going to complain at least it’s not 40 degrees Celsius.
The Canadiens have lost 2 of their first 3, it’s OK still pre-season. 
The bookstore has been quiet, it will pick up.
Yesterday, this really nice woman I know from the neighborhood,
brought in a whole bunch of books,
and among them,
was a dark blue leather bound Oscar Wilde, Stories.
This book is the perfect size to take on my train trip to Toronto.
It’s only 8 by 5 and contains The Picture Of Dorian Gray and many other stories.
I have never read any Oscar Wilde.
By, the time I get back from Toronto I will have.
I finished the Carver collection and I really loved it,
minimalism at it’s best.
I’m almost finished A Death In The Family by James Agee,
I’ve cried a few times,
it is poignant , not sentimental, raw.
I also started My Year Of Meats,
which I will be reading for my own version of a book club.
Well, I have to get ready.
Going to a family lunch/dinner for my favourite cousin’s birthday.
Later girls
BB
