glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I smell old It is 11:28 AM late Wednesday morning in the death flow. It is a hot sunny day here in West Michigan. We turned on the A/C this morning. Now the cell smells like old carpet and old dog (old people). I am sure our house smells like old people. I am sure I smell like an old man and not a young man. I smell old. This morning we went to the local Holland Farmer's Market and then to a grocery store. When we got home I left to visit local thrift stores and to pick up coffee beans. So has gone by existence. Carol left this morning to take a test at the hospital. This evening we are driving over to Grand Rapids to meet up with everyone and celebrate our son Josiah's birthday. I am tired so I will close to feel old. I have not read anything today. I only found three used books to add to our library this morning- "The Klondike Fever: The Life and Death of the Last Great Gold Rush" by Pierre Berton "The Undiscovered Country" Nature Writing by John Hay "Exiles" 3 short novels by Philip Caputo I will close since I am falling asleep. 11:40 a.m. - 2016-08-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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