Wow,
what a morning,
honestly,
it’s the only appropriate,
word,
wow.
Sales yesterday,
were amazing,
I don’t want to be greedy,
but,
if the whole week,
was like that,
I’d be grateful,
I’m thinking,
of doing,
a little,
ex parte,
communication,
with,
St-Jude,
can’t hurt,
right?
My reading lately?
Sporadic,
all over the map,
examples?
In the last week,
I have read,
an Ivan E Coyote,
a book on Judaism,
for proselytes,
which it turns out, means Gentile converts. who knew?
and a book,
of Great American Poetry,
like I said,
eclectic!
The Ivan Coyote,
is a book of stories,
Close to Spider Man,
and was given to me,
by someone,
near and dear,
to my heart,
she described it,
as more,
vignettes,
than stories,
and,
I agree,
small slices of life,
growing up,
a tomboy dyke,
in the Yukon,
a funny, tender,
read,
not sentimental,
or cutsey,
simple evocative,
language,
The women smelled of gift perfume, the men of new sweaters.. Iced window panes seperated us from the bitter white of winter outside. Everyone I’d ever known was still alive- from Walks Like
I can smell,
the new,
Shetland wool sweater,
itchy and warm,
and hear,
my grandfather’s laugh.
or this,
I was an accomplished tomboy by this time, so I was used to hating my clothes- from No Bikini
visions of a,
pink,
fleece lined jacket,
my mother,
brought home,
from a,
a shopping,
expedition,
eek!
I liked,
this book,
I like this writer,
I want to read more,
I will.
The book on,
Judaism?
Well, it literally,
fell off the shelf,
in the religion and,
spirituality section,
and I thought,
to myself,
what do you really,
know about Judaism?
Not a lot,
and,
fifty-six pages,
matches my current,
attention span,
so why not,
I’ve learned a bit,
and I enjoyed it,
and,
now,
I know the difference,
between,
reform and orthodox Jews.
The poetry?
well,
it’s good for the soul,
and my soul,
can always use,
nourishment.
Later girls,
BB