Imagine walking down the street and you do a doubletake because there is your book hanging over someone's shoulder in the form of a bag. http://repurposed4you.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=10 . Better than a remainder bin? Don't know.
Talking to a friend the other day who has always lived in the same area deliberately and with great contentment. I find that both curious and enviable as my restlessness always makes me want to be somewhere else. My restlessness is bigger than a different neighborhood, town, state, even country. Doesn't it feels so shortchanged that with all the amazing places and interesting lives in the world, we should be limited to just one, a random dart thrown in time? How fantastic to have a life like Woolf's Orlando, change lives, times, genders, mindsets. I think that's why I like blogs. A peek into other lives in other places. Although it's hell on a restless nature sometimes on days when an artist's life in Tasmania or a punk rocker's stint in Bristol or a crafter mom's posting in Maine make my inner wheels spin. Poetry Friday poem to come, have to hunt one down, but first have to make tea.