I had an unexpected gift today when I finally unwrapped the protective sleeve of a book from 1890. I don’t remember why I bought it now. It was probably the result of some research rabbit hole, but now it’s all rabbit. Or something.
Anyhoo, in the very front of the book was this note:
I believe that I told you when I was out there that I would send you a book if you would accept it as a present. You know that I always do as I promise so I’ll send it. I don’t send it because of the beauty of the book nor for the durability of its binding, but I thought maybe you would like to read it. It being Rev. Talmage’s work.
Are you going to get angry now? If so come on over and we will fight it out! You are not afraid of yourself, I know. And I never knew Mell to get scared at Hick yet.
Eva Hoty is at home. She came this morning. Don’t know just when she is going back.
Old C.M. has gift for the short and fiesty note! I’m sure they would be surprised to know the quality of the binding has preserved their little missive this far into the future.
I hope Jessie was never afraid of themself. Jessie, or some other owner of the book, maybe Agatha, evidently was so engrossed in the book that they fell asleep and drooled on it, too. So many surprises in one little unwrapping.
As I was transcribing this, a fight broke out next to my house. It don’t think it was because someone gave the gift of a book and made an obscure preacher joke, however. Time’s change.
Defective Pets, Inc.
Creatures who cannot entertain themselves, who yell at water and manage to smell terrible all at the same time–these are not fictional fur balls but entities that wait patiently in my home. They wait for something to happen. Something they can scoff at. They don’t have jobs, but they have expensive problems even before we sign up for therapy.