On bookmarks
Hello hello ! Last time I was down here in the big city last winter I was reading the Border Triology by Cormac McCartney and had just finished the first one and was in the middle of part two, the one with the wild wolf. I forgot that book in my hotel room somewhere in the midst of all of the hullabaloo at work and that struck me hard because my daughter has made me bookmarks; I’ve gotten two bookmarks from her and they are my favourite possessions and I want to be buried with them or something cause they are my dearest treasures. One is made of wood and leather and is shaped like a heart, the other one is a drawn picture of me and that was the one I forgot and it made me very sad. It’s such a cute beautiful picture of me and my turkeys.
But now after six months it’s still here!! I asked them at the hotel to put it aside if they should find it and now when checking in yesterday they handed me the book and the bookmark was still in there!!
That made my day yesterday and today and tomorrow too, I think. I’ll only use that one for books on my bedside shelf from now on.
To get to know how it’ll go for that wolf is just the icing on the cake.
Tomorrow is my last day and there will be cake with or without icing.