In preparation for having our backroom floor measured for a carpet estimate tomorrow (the fellow who came out a week ago, for our first estimate, said that the existing carpet is probably forty years old), I unpacked some of the book boxes that have become fixtures in that room. My birthday bookcase filled up much too quickly, so that I still have three large boxes to haul upstairs and squirrel away in the attic, but it was great fun pulling out so many good old books that I haven't seen in what seems like ages. I found my chocolate chip cookie book, and just had to bake my favorite cookies after dinner. So many books are calling out to be re-read, but my birthday books are first in line. Of course, since I am currently working on The Brothers Karamozov (yes, still!), Discipleship, Rip Van Winkle (for T.'s book group), and See You in a Hundred Years (which I couldn't resist when I saw it at the library), I probably won't start anything new right away. But The Diary of a Provincial Lady (my very own copy of the book I accidentally dropped in a stream last summer) arrived in the mail today, a slightly delayed birthday present from my loving mom, and I'm just itching to sneak into it and re-read some of my favorite bits. Of all the dilemmas that a person could face, I think that trying to choose the next wonderful book to read has to be one of the nicest. Right up there with picking the perfect truffle out of a box of Godiva chocolates. Life is good.





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