No books this time

I am told that my book reviews are a bit much for some tastes, so I'll skip it until the next blog. So let's talk about trips. As all my readers know, I left my red purse in a Duncan Donuts in Marlborough, Massachusetts, and have been on the phone for days with helpful police, helpful AAA people, and want-to-be-helpful-but-don't-speak-English employeed of Duncan Donuts. Bag should be sent one of these days. It's a bit hard to operate without a bank card, credit card, driver's liscence, etc. Oh well, could be worse; my laptop, my glasses, my kid, my dogs, my car--came home with all of those. And we had a nice stop at the Maples Motel--tradition lives.

Ray is getting ready to leave for Dartmouth in the very-early morning; he's very excited. And he just informs me that he'll be coming home in October to see . . . his mom? No, a Bob Dylan concert. Oh well, I may be in Kano anyway.

Okay, I'll bet you're wondering what I've been reading. But you'll have to wait for the next blog. Keep those comments coming, especially you, Olivia and John, who don't seem to be reading this.