May 17, 7.28 a.m. 2nd day off from the store, very welcome. Tuesday is my Sunday. Hoping for quiet, if not for rest. Yesterday was a six hour symphony of pressure washing from the building next door. Too bad it’s not one of those “man fries egg on pavement” days because you could eat off their parking lot. Whoever the worker — and if ever there was a job for which one could not be paid too much, it would be pressure washing — was extremely thorough, a quality I’d admire under most under other circumstances. Every 90 minutes or so, he’d take a little break — blessed quiet — and watch the asphalt dry, study his handiwork, locate the flaws, then rev anew his Satanic mill. Stood on my balcony and watched him hard at it, blasting away at every little spot, Lady MacBeth but with a roaring compressor. “Oily smudge remaining in the northwest sector,” I trilled out, benefiting from my elevated vantage point; if he heard, he gave no sign.
I’m new to your Oh MG diaries. Love them. Examining your book pile, I note two copies of Home Truths. Is one signed, or is this an example of hoarding before the impending apocalypse? Will her books be useful as currency? You may consider hoarding Camus as well, if you can find any, as there seems to be a run on his books. Paper Hound was cleaned out, and likewise when I visited The Other Nearby Bookstore, the one you don’t want to be in when the ‘Big One’ strikes, the proprietor was heard to mention ‘there had been a sustained assault on the Camus section’ and indeed the shelf labelled ‘Camus’ was empty. However, some fine copies of MG’s books were acquired at both shops, but I left some for you, if you need to add to your pile.
Even your bad dreams are a good read. He’s very, very, much too loud, but as my mom used to say serenely when she pressed play on the new fangled 5-cd home stereo and my brothers clash cd interrupted her Mozart -- ‘don’t worry, it will end’
I've missed your voice. So happy to have stumbled across it again. Thank you for sharing this..it made be smile on a horrible, no good, very bad day.
I’m new to your Oh MG diaries. Love them. Examining your book pile, I note two copies of Home Truths. Is one signed, or is this an example of hoarding before the impending apocalypse? Will her books be useful as currency? You may consider hoarding Camus as well, if you can find any, as there seems to be a run on his books. Paper Hound was cleaned out, and likewise when I visited The Other Nearby Bookstore, the one you don’t want to be in when the ‘Big One’ strikes, the proprietor was heard to mention ‘there had been a sustained assault on the Camus section’ and indeed the shelf labelled ‘Camus’ was empty. However, some fine copies of MG’s books were acquired at both shops, but I left some for you, if you need to add to your pile.
Even your bad dreams are a good read. He’s very, very, much too loud, but as my mom used to say serenely when she pressed play on the new fangled 5-cd home stereo and my brothers clash cd interrupted her Mozart -- ‘don’t worry, it will end’