Update for the love of updating! Update for love of Kali!

The last couple of weeks I've been at a low ebb, energy-wise.
I'm uncertain exactly which internal process compels me to stuff this blog with the magpie detritus of my internet roamings and gild the unshapely result with work anecdotes and personal musings, but judging by this recent drought it requires some small surplus of energy for fuel.

We passed around the illness baton for a week or so, and now Fuss is going through some rough developmental transition that has cut out one of his two daily naps and turned him surly around bed time, which has crept down from 7pm to 5:30-6pm. Plus he's started waking up stupidly early again after lulling me into complacency with several weeks of steady 7:30-8am rising.

As the rest of life's ever-marching parade of seamless minutia waits for no one, some apparently non-essential programs were cut to close the energy gap. Like reading and blogging. But as with the Governator closing all the state parks, such a seemingly practical response creates a gaping spiritual void.

So, here I am, updating sans anything compelling to update about. A Seinfeldian update, an update about itself.

best telemarketing call in a minute

gal on phone:
Hello, this is Melissa with Pacebuilder Corporation and we're interested in buying any cell phone scrap you have to sell.

me:
Um...we're a used book store.

gal, flustered:
Oh...really? Are you sure you're not a recycling company?

me:
I suppose we recycle books....but we don't deal in cell phones.

gal:
Oh, very sorry! Good afternoon!

True Customer Tales

wide-eyed young lady: This is kind of random, but do you know if there's a witchcraft or Wicca store in town?

titles and authors

The Big Sur - Land of Rare Treasures by Floyd Schmoe.

The Essential Writings of Abraham Isaac Kook

Anatomy of Nostalgia

Ran across a book with the title "Where Did You Go?" "Out." "What Did You Do?" "Nothing." by Robert Paul Smith, subtitled How it was when you were a kid- and how things have deteriorated since.

Publication date: 1957.

So much for Happy Days!

depressing

Young gal with a baby under one arm and the symbol of Chaos tattooed on her cleavage just asked me if we mailed books to the jail.

GRATZ to Meggsie!

Her college of choice welcomed her with open arms today.

In light of this display of wisdom and perspicacity, I take back my rude comments regarding their online application system and usurious application fee.

We'll be making a celebratory visit to Sage Eco Gardens to pick out an appropriate Commemorative Tree soon.