The Name Of the Rose, by Eco, is one of the best novels I've ever read. I assumed that I would like Foucault's Pendulum, and one year I set about to read it. I read and read, and kept reading, sure that pretty soon I would come to some connected words that I fully understood. I did dimly recognize references to one esoteric topic in which I was not interested enough to explore further. If I remember correctly, it was about halfway through the book that I gave up and quit reading.
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Thoreau said no man is so poor that he must sit on a pumpkin. I say a nice plump pumpkin might be an improvement over some of my antiquated (not "antique") seating.
I guess a yard sale is the logical solution, if I can ever summon the stamina to proceed in that direction.
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I don't know about Umberto, but I love your Limoges plates! Wish I had one with a sandwich on it right now! And a glass of tea.
I wanted so much to have a yard sale this weekend to coincide with my neighbor Karen's, but even thinking about it made me hurt worse. I look around and wonder how I ever came by all this junk in my house, and then I remember how much fun it was collecting it. Now it's all just a bother. And, sometimes it all looks so drab. Wish I could have a sale in which I just told everyone to come in and take what you want. But not the quilts. Never the quilts.
Yes, I've thought about having a sale where everyone could walk through the house, take what they want, and leave a contribution in the box at the door if they wanted to.
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