I've been reading my copy of The Yiddish Policeman's Union. I've turned down the corners of pages that contain words I don't know. Words I don't know, you shkotzes you. And I apologize if "shkotz" means something bad, but I'm leaving all the Yiddish words until I get to a good stopping point. It's all Yiddish and words like "ratiocination." Hands up if you know that word. At any rate, I've been turning down corners. The book is starting to look like my Mom's copy of Candy Kane after I discovered the WWII book was made of some very tasty pulp, and you could turn down the corners and they became little bite-sized book hors d'oeuvres.
I've been making such progress that I started to think what my next book will be, and it struck me I had ordered a book off a blog link. Problem was, all I could remember about the book was that it had stripes. I remembered waking up in the middle of the night, coming to the computer, reading blogs, clicking a link, thinking "THAT book sounds really good" about the Stripe Book, and then going back to bed.
"Oh," I thought, "I bet it was a dream." Then it occured to me that I have mobile dreams sometimes, and I might have bought anything on the Internet, and I should be thankful it was a dream.
But, last night the Stripe Book arrived on my porch! It's Stuff White People Like. Strangely, I thought it was a more significant book. Well, and I thought it had three stripes. So there's a chance another book might show up.
And maybe a pony.