Gradually I'm taking out a few Christmas-like things. Mostly books, but our dressed-in-pretend-fur Santa as well. He stands about 15" or so, and he's the first decoration I put out.
Anyway, in my search, I found the sweetest book in our lawyer's bookshelves. This is a 1925 copy of The Essays of Elia, a book by Charles Lamb. This one looks to be a student's copy, with lots of pencil marks in the front of it, but I don't know the person it belonged to, unless someone in my family is acquainted with a Sam H. Johnson. I committed the huge sin of using some masking tape to mend some loose joints in the pages, but who's going to care? It's not being sold, and I'm the only one who will read it. Just needing something to get into that's settling. Plus the book is the most adorable size at 5-1/2" x 4-1/2" and about 1-1/2" thick. Nice brown cloth covers. Apparently it's a book mentioned in Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, which I read quite awhile back. Don't remember though talk of the book. I just want to walk around with it in my hands. Sort of like the guy in The English Patient who carries around Herodotus' The Histories.
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Home today. For dinner it's Kale, Italian Sausage, Cannellini bean soup, without the Kale, using baby Lima Beans (which I love) instead. Improvising. Just couldn't get my head around buying Kale. A little goes a long way.
Rest and washing bedsheets. A good drying day. More minor tidying. A restful Friday.
