The hunt

How to bookworm in a land of digital books.

Morning all! I’m so happy. I spent the afternoon out in the shade, with lovely breezes, rampaging and pillaging.

One thing about being semi-unplugged, even if only in my yard, is that I can’t spend hundreds of hours with my nose in a screen. It’s just not practical.

Yet, I am above all else, a nerd and a bookworm. That was my first addiction, and I  fell in LOVE…

Yesterday, I made time to hit a thrift store between errands. I was on the hunt. Instead of shooting and killing a wild beast, I was looking for books. I swear, I started the hunt before I left the house. I knew, in the ancient part of my brain, that there was something good in the wild.

I started off turning right at the end of my block. I went to the post office, like a good little muggle, (my owl is off doing better things) and posted the tax payment. I purchased stamps and then my wallet broke. IE, the zipper broke.

I gave up. I said words that would make my yarn blush, and got back into my vehicle. I even said, “I don’t want to go to x-thrift-store-name” today. Screw it. I had some thoughts. Did I want to go to Dollar Store A where I knew that they sold wallets… nope. Dollar Stores B or C? Nope. All were a minimum of 10 miles to 30 miles away. So, I cursed and swore at myself, and drove to the thrift store.

Once inside, my wheelchair had a mind of its own. Okay, my wheelchair took me to the book section, and I was screwed. I even tried, REALLY, to not buy a book. I did, I swear…. I’d just gotten a book in the mail that morning… I promise…. Yeah, right. You know bullsheet when you read it. I sat there looking at the books until I found something, anything, that would make my life complete.

Here’s what I got.

The Lord of the Rings trilogy, all in one, paperback (discount on paperbacks!) and The Hound and the Falcom by Judith Tarr. About 1700 pages of goodness between the two, and I’m happy as a clam in mud.

To round out my purchases, I got a ball of unopened crochet cotton thread and the wallet I needed.

I ended up at the park with my books and also finished the rest of my errands. Chuckle, I know, I could have kept going with the theme, but maniacle giggling would wake the husband, and he is sleeping in again. Take care my friends, I will bug you again soon. -L

P.S. I can hear you saying, but weren’t you complaining about finding room for your books under the bed a couple of weeks ago? I was, and that made room for more books. Snort. Hugs again. -L


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