still not pushing up daisies

have been obsessed with real estate lately as well as counting down the days to retirement. here, on all hallow's eve, james wears a shirt i bought on haight st 25 yrs ago & i'm in one showing 70s-style ben cooper halloween masks (we never got them bc mom & dad knew, even then, they were flammable.)...

50 yrs gone in our little family home on hollins st, Dad constructed a wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. we had not money but all were bibliophiles, you know, so the shelves were a family necessity. i still can picture my three designated shelves. the halloween link: one night while reading a particularly horrific part of the exorcist by wm peter blatty, i freaked & threw the book on top of the shelves, near the ceiling. sometimes i wonder if that evil cobwebbed tome possibly still could be up there since the spot it hit was so tiny & remote... flashing fwd to now, moving in our future, been clearing crap out from all over the property, even on the pc, & came across the image of this little book, a gift from my 1st communion many moons ago. i wasn't religious even as a child but do recall the unfamiliar feeling of goodness, even purity, that washed over me as i read about little jesus christ. of course, later, in my teen yrs, i callously tossed the book: brainwashing crap! how embarrassing! and of course now, in my older yrs, this particular edition of this particular book has become increasingly important for me to find. if you have it, if you find it, if you want to, i will buy it!!

not much more to say. back to obsessing.