The personal library. I’ve always had a library. Granted, at times, the “library” designation should perhaps be taken with a grain of salt. Is a teenager’s closet really a library, even if half is sectioned off for only books? Can you call it a library if it’s only the three shelves of the built-in wardrobe in your dorm room? I did. Perhaps it’s more accurate … Continue reading Reading and libraries, an off-the-cuff joint.
I feel adrift without the prod of a daily prompt. It’s an easy thing to find another source – Word Press itself will provide one if you ask – but I’m reluctant to commit to much beyond what’s already on my plate. Life’s about to get busy and nobody’s well-served by busy-squared. And yet, there exists in the back of my mind a niggling sense … Continue reading Flashback Friday – Putterings
Is pleasure the same as happiness? I don’t think so. For me, pleasure is transitory, associated with a specific event. Chocolate gives me pleasure. Sometimes. Fresh raspberries give me pleasure all the time though they’re only available to me in July (I’m aware I can buy hothouse or southern hemisphere raspberries all year round. I choose not to, most of the time). I’ve been away … Continue reading Pleasure.
From Famine to Feast. 