I got my wish. It rained most of the night and it’s still raining. Makes for a somewhat dreary day, but we desperately need rain, so I welcome it.
Last night’s sunset:
This kind of sunset, where the light is mostly hidden behind a cloud, but can’t quite be held back, is one of my favorites.
The dark clouds look like low-lying mountains, don’t they?
Even though I’ve been a bit under the weather with more of the sinus/allergy annoyances of this particular fall season, I’m going to a luthier festival today with Don – in Woodstock. Luthiers make stringed instruments, so there will be a lot of handmade guitars, mandolins, fiddles, and ukuleles. I saw a poster advertising it when we were in Woodstock for our anniversary. Though I can barely play two chords on a guitar, I love looking at the instruments – they can be works of art.
Should be interesting!
And the Cubs are on tonight! Did anyone watch Hamilton’s America on PBS last night? It was absolutely fascinating and beautifully done. I’d give my eye teeth for a ticket to Hamilton. I foolishly turned down the opportunity to go to a performance when it was at the Public Theater (my friend was the stage manager) because I thought it might be too expensive. I could kick myself (and that’s putting it mildly) because the tickets are a heck of a lot more expensive now and virtually impossible to get.
I’m rearranging the bookshelves to accommodate more books. And I’m sorting through lots of books that I have on the shelves in my bedroom, preparing to donate them to the library and/or the used bookstore. There are lots of older decorating books that I simply don’t care about any longer, lots of review copies of books, several knitting and quilting books that I don’t use, as well as fiction I’ve read but don’t feel the need to keep.
The library or bookstore gets more books and I get more space!
My Nancy Drews – so far. Don has three Hardy Boys, but two of them are on the coffee table, waiting to be reread. The copy of To Kill a Mockingbird is signed by Harper Lee (I paid a lot of money for it several years ago.) The Anne of Green Gables is a beautifully illustrated edition that was my mother’s.
What can I say? Books make me happy.
I have to jump in the shower. We are Woodstock bound.