It is said I buy any cover of a woman fleeing a house. Forget a synopsis – I see what I need! I could show you a pile of examples and make you laugh. I wish I remembered the novel that must have ignited my attachment to ghost stories. In a school reader, I found the best short story of my life. A ghost pulled me in with such a spark, I devoured it before my class reached that section! I wished there were a novel or sequel; that I knew a name to look it up. How I dove into a genre 30-50 years before my time, I can only attribute to the cottage!
When I was 12, Dad’s boyhood pal found Lester Beach. Single, we were his family with our own keys, in the community of white-sanded Lake Winnipeg. We were blessed! At 16, during time off work I vacationed there weekdays, after my parents left. A clattering family and rules were night & day from being lady of the house, with serene privacy. The 1+ hour drive was joy, with my cat and a carton of LPs. My uncle had a player to record them on tape ~ a project! My kitty loved it there, got excited as soon as she felt us approach the wilderness. She was born of another precious cat when I was 9, on July 2! Happy birthday ‘Minou’!
I swam and browsed the beach store. A cardboard box was on the floor of used novels. They were dirt cheap, maybe 25c and I bought every haunted-looking book it had. As a kid cottaging with my parents and brothers, there wasn’t a summer without 1 – 2 bags overflowing. I read on the deck, the beach, at home. I kept grabbing deals – outdated titles are a plus! University halted pleasure reading for years. But there were garage sales, bargain bins, the Children’s Hospital started spreading tables across the mall. When ‘Ebay’ came along I bought in bulk there too. Kind USA sellers discovered an ‘M Bag’ option at their post office (try it). They sent pounds of books for $11.00! I have a picture of one haul.
McCartney & Spirit 2006.
I tried used shops later, trading what I dislike. To distinguish what is unread, I store the read. I bet it’s everyone’s dream to have a library. I collect musician and author’s full work. At our apartment with my fiancé I displayed unread ones in the livingroom, kitchen, bedroom… My lifelong baby died when I was 30. I found Amazon Canada when I was yearningly researching animals in Heaven. I discovered animal communication and also stopped eating mammals.
She would be very happy for us and present kitties. Less than 2 years ago my fiancé & I left the city. The house is small but pretty like the land. One selling point made up our minds. A finished outbuilding! Guess what we put in it?
Nineteenth Birthday. Copyright (C) 2006 Riedel Cards.
Lots of years ago, I used the “M bag” option. The postmaster suggested it, because I had, what seemed like a ton of books to mail to one address. I was to just throw them in there, and that’s what I did. The books went to where they were needed.
I don’t eat mammals, either. You are a pescatarian? Or should I say, Mangeur de poissons?
That was my first step upon her natural passing. Three years later, no chicken or turkey. Pescado “if restaurants had nothing better”. For more than a year, now that too is nada. Thanks for reading one of my stories on that kitty’s birthday!
I’d be hard pressed to give up shellfish…
I love the animals.