She's walking on water when she walks in her sleep
All of the aforementioned being true, I had a delight of an evening with
rushthatspeaks, spent centrally at the Malden Public Library whose eclectically deep bench of collections can be suggested by the two novels by Banana Yoshimoto he hadn't known had been translated into English and the children's novel by Elizabeth Goudge I hadn't known existed. We left with armfuls of literature—the Strugatskys and Charlotte Armstrong, Andre Norton and Janelle Monáe, Georgette Heyer and Jon Evans—and had roast beef sandwiches for dinner in the parking lot of Bill & Bob's in Woburn and ice cream for dessert from Honeycomb Creamery on Mass. Ave., which gave me decision but not brain freeze finally resolved by putting the honey lavender on top of the salted caramel crackle. I switched on WHRB as soon as I had dropped my husband home and got Belgian and then Hungarian rock from 1966–67. The moral of this story is that libraries are incredibly important and our next plan is to watch more David Lynch.
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Despite its beginnings, it was the best day I'd had in weeks.
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Nine
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It was!
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Yoshimoto's The Premonition (1988/2023) and Dead-End Memories (2006/2022) and Goudge's Smoky House (1940).
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Smoky House (1940), apparently her first novel for children. My formative Goudge was The Valley of Song (1951).
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*hugs*
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beams at you two
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*hugs*
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Amen!
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It was great!
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Thank you! It was a gratuitously better end to the day than its beginning.