Winding up the week

Had the van for the day (all to myself) and went to the used bookstore at the main library.  Found a few treasures, the best one being a 1950s Fanny Farmer Cookbook for $3.  Hardback, looked unused and thrown in for free---that wonderful used-book smell.  I collect Fanny Farmers, and already have about six or seven copies, all different.  Also got a hardback edition of The Shell Seekers for a buck, and also for that price, Geneen Roth's book Women, Food and God.  The only unusual thing I brought back home was a book about immigrants called Bread Givers by Anzia Yezierska---about Jewish immigrants in New York.  Not in my field of interest, but I liked the title, and the Forward and Introduction were so full of praise for the book.  Let's say I'm egotistical to the point of mostly limiting my immigrant-type reading to the folks I'd be related to:  Germans, the English, and American Indians.  The Jewish people have usually been out of my frame of reference.  

Spent a few minutes mesmerized at the music in the bookstore.  Joni Mitchell was playing on their system, and the most haunting song came on.  I asked them what it was, but they didn't know.  I was able to write down enough of the lyrics and found it online.  River.  Never heard of it, but Gary knew the song when I just played it for him (kudos to Spotify again).  At the bookstore, I just stood there.  Made me laugh...a man who was shopping kept glancing over at me, probably wondering why I was just standing there swaying with a look on my face.  Or maybe I entranced him by my awesome beauty.  Yeah, that's it.  Anyway, I just loved the song.  Plus the speakers in the library are so wonderful.  Truth, even a lousy song sounds good with a fancy sound system.

The way I'm looking at life now is this.  I don't give a rip if I look odd out in public.  We've been smacked upside the head with such outrageous behavior in our family, I feel I can behave any way I like.  I'll not embarrass anyone, but I do want to begin enjoying my crazy, mixed up life.

That is all.

(listening to tobyMac's Speak Life)