Being a Pleasure Prolonger
The older I get, I’m finding, the more I want *good things* to last. Of course, I’m not as bad as the wiz, who only wears his most awesome red shirt a few times a year to keep it awesome, but I’m getting into his realm. The Harry Potter came on Saturday. (Thank you to Chapters and Canada Post) And what did I do? I didn’t invest 40 hours in-a-row reading it. Heck no - I packed it along with its predecessor for next week’s vacation. I didn’t even crack the spine to take a peek. Nope, no way, nuhuh. The closest I’m going to come to it may be next sunday morning. On the deck, overlooking 6 Mile Lake, with loons eyeing my steaming coffee.
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