Daily Notes- Saturday November 6th. Sunshine.

 Breakfast. Perhaps you could see me in the spoon's reflection.  I didn't realize the spoon held it's own image.   Monday- Dentist.  Already amping up the anxiety.  I add milk just before eating and after stirring the sugar into the oats.

Reading.  Yesterday (and today) Casey McQuiston's One Last Stop.  On the back cover: "A breathtaking love story, filled with heart, yearning and the most wonderful found family."   I'm thinking it has some linkage, in emotional journey, to House in the Cerulean Sea.  A woman is "stuck" on the Q train in Manhattan. She exists there due to some malfunction of the Time Space Continuum.  I have the last 25% to read.  I will NOT cheat and read the last few pages.  I will wait and see what happens. 

Our Library Selectors have chosen to add a considerable amount of ...well, I forget the letters needed LGBQ...something.  This book has girls falling in love with girls and guys falling in love with guys.  It's about romance and love and has little to do with the sex (though there is some) found in most romances.  

I have been reluctant to choose these books.  Feeling awkward about it.  But after three or four great books- it's a non factor.  Because the content and writing is so GOOD.  Thank you, Selectors.

I am thankful I chose, years ago, to use three blank Goodwill notebooks to use as a resource for the books I read.  My library gives borrowers a small ticket with dates and titles on checkout- sometimes only partial listing of authors.  So when I get home I paste the slips of paper into these notebooks and write a small 5 word accounting of what the book is about and add the author's name if it isn't on the printout.  I also note if I liked the book or not.  These days I also note when I re-read the books.  Because I do re-read books all the Time.  Visits with old friends.  My daughter found four brown kraft paper covered Japanese notebooks at Goodwill.  New notebooks.  Wider pages so I can easily do double pasted printouts.  

I started listing books in the notebooks I have in 2008.  Or before.  Notes in the first book includes lawyers so I might have had the book with me when my dad died.  I sort of thought I could pull him back again.  But, no. It's all there in the margins of the book.  Like an instagram photo of a my Life, his Death.

I went back, to find details for this post.  And it all came back to me.  So......... well, my coffee has gotten cold.  Need a fresh cup.  Thank you for being here....reading.