|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).