Free Books!

Ok, don’t get all excited or anything, but there is a box of books in front of my street-level apartment with the word “free” on it. Ever since I moved here six months ago, there have been 2 boxes of books that I no longer want or need, taking up space in my stairwell. Today, as I sat in my porch chair with my coffee and the book I am currently reading (“Wicked Business” by Janet Evanovich), I thought, it’s a nice day, no rain. Why not try to give some books away. There is a lot of foot traffic out there. Who knows?

Of course, there is a reason I no longer want or need these books. Most of them I have had taking up space on my book shelves since I learned to read, some 50 years ago. And almost all were owned before I came across them. Yes, they’re old…and dusty. They are a variety of subjects. We have gothic novels by Victoria Holt, first edition Nancy Drew (no dust covers, alas), “The Five Peppers and How They Grew,” as well as “The Five Peppers all Grown Up.” There is even a Bible. I decided that since I no longer consider myself a Christian, there’s really no reason for me to own 432 Bibles, right?

Anyway, if you are in the vicinity of Broadway & Yesler in Seattle, Washington, and you love old books, regardless of subject matter, come take a look.


My Urban Forest

In my tiny back yard, there is an old maple tree. It is a veritable hive of activity. Old Man Maple is home to several squirrels and countless birds, of course, but it is also a playground wonderland for racoons. A couple of nights ago, we were able to see two racoons gamboling around and up the tree. We watched them, enamored, for quite some time. My son upstairs in his room actually teased them by hissing. (I know, he’s 16, not 6, and should know better.)

This morning, my old man told me, “Wake up! There are racoons in the tree!” I grumbled and asked what time it was, but when he told me there were 4, and that they were babies, I put my glasses on and sat up to look. There were indeed four quite young racoons who had crossed over into our tree from the one across the walk from us and were gingerly making their way down to the ground, at which point they climbed the fence into the neighbors’ yard and then went on to wherever it is they sleep during the day. They were quite beautiful, and I felt blessed to see them.

All of this from my inner-city Seattle “project” apartment. Goddess bless.

A visit to Middle Earth

I finally got around to purchasing the extended editions of all three Lord of the Rings movies. They are two discs each, so I have thus far watched The Fellowship of the Ring, one disc on Thursday, the second disc this morning. I love the extended edition. The previously cut scenes add so much. Before today, I don’t think I ever cried when Boromir died. But that might be because I now equate the actor with Ned Stark, and I definitely cried when he died. I actually plan to watch all of the extra commentary that came with these movies. If I wasn’t so old and decrepit, and if I had the funds, I would definitely go to New Zealand. The views in these movies are simply breathtaking. I can’t wait for the release of The Hobbit.

I am currently rereading The Simarillion. The Middle Earth background fresh in my mind makes the movies even more poignant. Now I want to reread the trilogy for the umpteenth time. Middle Earth, here I come.