My neighbor and I went into town yesterday around dinner time--first, to an open house at Mechanics Hall, a nineteenth-century workingman's lyceum that is now a library and performance space. I'd long been curious about the library, which was not exactly what I'd been imagining. I'd pictured dark volumes of 1880s blacksmithing and carriage-building tomes, and the collection is mostly contemporary. But there are some older books, and also some collections of 1950s-era Popular Mechanics and other such magazines. The articles are dull, but the ads are great. For instance, if you're looking to earn a few extra bucks, have you considered this possibility?
Afterward we went out for hotpot, which was also fun, and then I got a newsy email from Tom and talked on the phone to our kid, who is excited about a film project he's cogitating about with his brother. Nothing makes me happier than happy sons, especially when they're excited about making something together; and nothing makes Chuck happier than watching me take off my outside shoes and put on my pajamas, so he and I climbed into bed with light hearts.
This morning I've got to get my car to the garage for an oil change. And then I'll be back at my desk, and maybe I'll get outside eventually to do another batch of weeding. T will be home this afternoon, so I need to think of something nice to make for dinner. I've had a pleasant few days on my own, and I know he's had a good time too, but I suspect we'll both be glad to get back to our usual friendly ways.