I never got around to the mask sewing this weekend. I did make myself get out and take a walk each day. Part of my routine is choosing at least three books to put in the little free library on the block. Either that, or I’m putting them in a box that will eventually go to the used book store for credit or cash.
I read more of the Patternist series by Octavia Butler. I’m having a hard time getting through these. They have an interesting premise, but it feels so offensive and twisted. I’ve picked up How Green Was My Valley again, but that one looks to be sad as well. I downloaded The Water Knife on Google Books as part of a NC Humanities Council statewide read. Scary. Maybe I’ll have to find something else.
Even if we don’t end up moving to Portugal, I’d still want to leave North Carolina. The Western US is still attractive to me, but the increasing wildfire activity is frightening, not to mention the overdue cataclysm due for western side of Oregon (earthquake/tsunami).
It will make me feel better to downsize some stuff. This means that my niece and nephew may be getting some family heirlooms whether they want them or not. I already did this with the Sanford/O’Neill side of the family and shipped boxes all the way to California, and she might be getting some more. If I have to, I will leave some on the doorsteps of a few NC residences. 🙂
I keep telling myself that if we end up staying here, we are still lucky. This is a very good area to live in. Good neighbors, good restaurants and entertainment, liberal politics, and a paid off mortgage. We are pretty well set financially – not rich, but solidly middle class so far. I hope it stays that way.
Which reminds me, I have some phone calls to make about the solar panel loan. I’m probably going to pay it off. And I am ordering take-out shrimp burritos from Fishbones. Bye!
slowly she turned 