any prison-cell bird cages or wicker pillow fluffers or anything really absurd. Sunday I'll put my "finds" on auction, and we'll see if I'm able to turn a profit, or if instead I'm one of those odd couples from Ealing who couldn't make ten pounds grow even if they were deposited in the Bank of England. I'm pretty sure I'm a shoo-in for a 2 dollar profit, because I know the chess book alone will bring in 4, and the sheet music should bring in 1 dollar per song. But we'll see. I'll omit the junior high reader on Nebraska from the auction. Nebraska, I've always joked, is the center of the universe--because as with all good entropy, everyone I meet is coming from there, not going to there. I want to visit Nebraska, which I think may be my spiritual prairie home. I may never find out--but I do have the book now.
I skipped lunch to shop books and then spent SIX hours in a long meeting, essentially ending my Friday night. Monday night I must fly to southern West Virginia. Life is exciting, I suppose, but it is sure a busy exciting. But tomorrow we see friends at this Waxahachie thing, and that's cool. Waxa is only 30 miles south of Dallas, but it could be a universe away. I'm looking forward to a little Texas woodland and homes that don't look slice and bake.
I found 2 for 5 dollar throwaway cameras at the dollar store. Time to postcardx to my heart's content, not to mention making a piece of butterfly art for that mail art deal.
If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do, is to save every moment away and then post it on ebay for a dollar or two...