actually, i guess it wasn’t that crazy. it was just full. i went out to my aunt’s for sunday lunch and, when i heard from joe that he was back from rockford, i came home so he could stop by. jones recognized him and showed off arty (the aardvark) and then laid on the couch. joe’s not one for sticking around long, so he let me know he had plans to meet peanut and kurt at mickey’s. knowing jay might want to see everyone, i invited him down, too.
previously, at lunch, one aunt had asked me if i had any favorite authors or had been reading anything, and i admitted that my reading was mostly technical and not too much in the recreational department. so, in a funny turn of events, flannery o’connor came up (an acquaintance is opening a bar downtown, which he’s naming “flannery’s”) and i just went to look at the options on amazon. the cover art is a peacock, so of course, i’m going to buy a hard copy.
i like short story fiction (roald dahl, shirley jackson, stephen king), so it should fit in with my library.
to follow up on the friend looking for a room… i had to say no. i’m struggling with that decision because he’s sleeping in his unheated storage unit. but i know that i need to focus on me and a routine that isn’t based on someone else’s schedule and the dogs don’t need yet another stressful disruption.
even though it would be advantageous to have him here for rent and to fix up stuff around the house. but, he’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t take a renegotiation, even if i insisted.