October Notes- Wednesday the 16th. The sun is shining and it's 50 degrees.

 Lucy Levenson- folk artist.

I swept the wood floors...getting dusty around here....Son searched the Attic but we can't find a quilt in the making that is lost.  It was where I left it before all the clearing and moving of things in the Attic. Now, it's gone.

I had announcements from the Library as to books getting close to their due dates....I also got a very expensive looking- wonderful blue envelope asking me to give the Library...money. Not just once but an Annual Pledge.   I would...but they have stopped buying books (that I read) and have emptied the shelving of books (I would like to read again) rather than keep them full and most of what I read is coming from two other Libraries...so if I give out Library money- it will be to those Libraries not my own.  I would say, over 60% of what I read comes from interlibrary loans.  It may even be a higher percentage as the fiction shelving is almost as bare as the non fiction shelving. What exactly is a Library if it contains no books????

I think more and more people are reading on hand held tablets.  I'll only do that if I am unable to physically hold a book....and even then...might just prefer listening to a book being read to me. Audio.

I sliced one of my fingers on the edge of a bill envelope as I was opening it... just a paper cut but it is bothering me as I type...rather annoying.  Bills arrived yesterday and I wrote checks today...I am trying to foster a new bill paying habit....in and immediately... out...not waiting around.

I am reading a new to me Linda Howard.  I read it years ago but have forgotten who done it. The bridezilla was stabbed with kabob sticks.  Metal ones.  I can't recall the real name.

I have a sink full of dishes to wash...my Son leaves them for me.. Yesterday he took a broom and whisked all the Spider Webs off the surface of the house outside...... Quite a few. Nasty work. Washing dishes is nicer. For me.

My Gardner has not returned. She still has tools here but they might be my husband's...there was no goodbye so I am perplexed. Perhaps that is the way things happen these days???? We still had work to do.

I typed something and deleted it...I hope you know these notes are heavily redacted.

My Gardener called just after I pressed publish...she has moved into her new apartment and loves it...She will see me next week.   We'll do the planters together.  She sounded really happy.