I had a purpose yesterday...to find the books I needed for the three reading groups of which I am a member. All three meet in January. I started at the local library, a mere 6 blocks from my home. They had none of the books I sought. I went next to the used bookstore around the corner and came up empty again. So I drove to Mount Pleasant, 11 miles southwest of my small town. Mount Pleasant is officially tiny. I stopped at the Sugar Shack for a diet soda and directions...turn left at the traffic light, it's on the right.
And sure enough, there it was. On the corner. At the very edge of the commercial district, next door to a lovely craftsman style home with a blow up snowman in the yard. The library was small but very well organized. I was the only patron and had the assistance of both librarians in tracking down all three of the books.
I left with The Spellman Files by Lisa Lutz for our General group which meets the 2nd Monday of the month, The Book of Lost Things by John Connoly for the Fantasy group which meets the last Friday of the month, and Deal Breaker by Harlan Coben for our Mystery group which meets this Thursday.
The rest of my week-end was spent writing thank you notes to friends and family for the lovely gifts and kindnesses I have received of late, reading, cooking, and basic cleaning. I became somewhat involved in the Coben novel and forgot about some bacon I had frying. I smoked the place up a bit.
Then, tonight, I turned on a Lifetime movie and finished wrapping the gifts for the BGFs. We will be having dinner tomorrow evening at J Alexanders. I am so very pleased with the "pretties" I have for them, I was very tempted to keep at least one for myself. And I am seriously considering tracking down one just like it.
Prissy and I drove to the post office and mailed the thank you notes and rode around a little bit. I live in a very picturesque town, full of historic old, beautiful homes, lovely churches, and classic architecture.
Today I played with my new camera. I took a picture of my Christmas tree and of the wreath on my front door. I love that wreath...I made it myself.
I must go now. 5:00 a.m. comes very early.