Sunday, April 7, 2013
Not a lot to report around here. I spent every free moment yesterday reading -- I'm trying my best to finish my 3.75-lb biography of Richard Brautigan before we depart for Paris tomorrow. I have about 100 pages to go. Then I can bring all our accumulated New Yorker and Harper's magazines, catch up on those en Paris, and contribute them to the solid waste disposal system in the City of Light when I'm done.
We cleaned out our closets this week and dragged a couple of bags of garments to the local Oxfam thrift shop. It always feels good to make room for new (and hopefully fewer) clothes. I almost never buy clothing. I don't understand how we wind up with so much. (Most of it was Dave's from before we got together -- it's been hanging around a while.)
Olga goes to the kennel this evening for boarding. Supposedly they'll take her out to suburban London where she can run free at a special "dog house" with all the other dogs. She's snoozing next to me on the couch now, with no idea what's about to happen, poor thing. She does like her routines.
(Photo: Golders Green, on Wednesday.)