Wife had a Christmas-Holiday luncheon thingie today, so we drove downtown. It was cool but dry, and we parked in one of the Smart Park garages, she walked to her luncheon and I went to the main Multnomah County Library building and got a card.
It’s a fine old building, beautiful quarter-sawn oak doors and fixtures, inlaid marble floors, three floors of books, periodicals and collections. A really fine place to visit. I had to check something out, of course, so I got this:
A collection of 17 short stories, these are those stories Penzler got mystery writers to donate to the shop, he printed them as gifts for steady customers. Now they are collected in this volume and I figured this might make good holiday reading, as I’ve not had much reading energy for anything else what with the ongoing effort to get settled in here.
We still have not found the Christmas cards we bought in September. Knowing we’d want to mail them from here we cleverly put them aside. Somewhere. They must be with the Christmas presents for my brother and sister-in-law, and our binoculars, and a lot of other stuff we haven’t found, though we have pretty much opened every box here. ** sigh ** Cards will be late this year…
Later we went to the Post Office. Long lines and I realized how spoiled I was using a small USPS desk at a local pharmacy. Rare lines, fast service. Now it’s the old P.O. lines and humdrum. Oh well. There seems to be so darn much to do every day, I wonder if we will ever get really settled in. Tomorrow? Back tot he Post Office (mail for the previous person is coming here now and I have to mail a BookSwap book), then I have lots of business calls to make. I long to just put my feet up and read.