I saw that Salman Rushdie has a new book out. His books are like pieces of intricate, elaborate art, rich in detail, fantastical and realistic at the same time. So I went to our small town library. 'The Enchantress of Florence' was not on the shelf. I was disappointed, but since there was a long line at the desk, I thought that I'd just look it up to make sure the library had it before standing in line to reserve it. Not only did they have it, it was IN. It was shelved with the new fiction on the shelf about a dozen steps from where I was typing on the computer.
Oh, be still my heart!
I snatched that book off the shelf, and furthermore, I stood in that stinking line and did not mind it a bit. Just to celebrate, I stopped and bought a case of wine coolers. I've got a three day weekend coming up. Parades, picnics and fireworks, and hanging with friends. I'm going to be a really excellent wife and encourage Tim to go to the car races Saturday night. He's been working awfully hard lately. He needs to go and relax. I don't go to races. I hate them, and it's a waste of money to buy me a ticket. But Saturday night is a big night at the track and I think he ought to go. I'm willing to make the sacrifice. I'll just stay home and read, and knock back a wine cooler or two. Not every wife is that noble, but it's the kind of woman that I am.