Page Eleven

I love the way this book is covered and bound!

The pre-Christmas day had come to a peaceful end.

Winter solstice with its long, dark night accentuated by lunar eclipse

offered the perfect opportunity to begin to read in earnest.

Anticipation had been building all day.

I propped the pillow just so under my head, opened the book

and began to read.

My reading came to a halt on page eleven.

I found it FULL of wonderfully descriptive words and phrases,

Without pen and paper, I feared waking in the morning 

and not being able to remember them all.

So reluctantly, I closed the book and went to sleep.

~Sarah was tall and gaunt, with gray hair strained back from a grim, determined countenance.  She had a heart of gold, though she kept it hidden, and her preference was for the gloomy side of life

rather than the sunny one~

~she exclaimed sepulchrally~

~The temptation to annoy Sarah by taking an optimistic view was 

one he had never been able to resist.~

~Not a very beautiful collection, perhaps, but part of Grandmother and therefore priceless.~

This morning while the men of the house work to install a bathroom heater/vent/fan

(an early Christmas present),

and while the rest of you are probably busy with last-minute shopping, decorating, 

wrapping, cooking and baking,

I will resume reading on Page Twelve after I look up the definition of sepulchrally

(although I have a general idea of what it means).