dulcetly...notes on a bookish life

So we have settled into something like fall.  Yesterday, I spent half the day snuggled under my comforter and the other half drinking coffee and finishing up the poetry book organization problem on my bookshelf, which while it may not be quite alphabetical, at least all books by authors are grouped together.  I also found a signed copy of a friends book with the above inscription and it made me both laugh and want to write VERY IMPORTANT THINGS, which I hope to get to later today. I've also set aside some duplicate copies or things I no longer want for the free table at the library--I've somehow amassed a lot of random books that I don't see worthy of taking up valuable shelf space. I've also done un-fun things like scrub the grout in my shower and recaulk the tub, which is a sad way to spend a Saturday night, but that's just how I roll.

Mostly, I am unwinding from a crazy couple weeks and amping up for another couple and just hiding from the world.  Last Tuesday's Bookwrecking workshop went splendidly, and even I came away with some new collages I will show you soon.  This week I have a reading coming up at Women & Children first and will be framing/prepping for a couple upcoming art things, including the CCC Alumni show and sending some books to Art on Elston for their Words | Matter show.   I am also getting things ready for the Library's Chicago Artists Month ARTCACHE endeavor, which I am still working on clues for and need to finish up this week. Lastly, I'll be hosting an LGBTQ reading next Wednesday, part of a whole week of programming kicking off October's History Month. All of this in addition to general press business and the dregs of Library reserves processing..(which this week has dwindled to normal levels after the beginning of semester rush.) So needless to say I'm busy, but happy in my busyness..

Fall though and I start wanting apples..mostly sour ones baked into a pie or greasy fried ones or apple cider donuts by the dozen.  I'm not all that much about the pumpkin or the pumpkin spice, but I do start craving warm beverages--hazelnut lattes &  hot chocolate.  Start wanting to invest in throw blankets--fuzzy sherpas and sweater knits (which never fare very well with the cats.)  My fall sweater dresses have been languishing a few weeks in my closet since the season switch-out and I am anxious to get into one.  Last night I dreamed about looking for fall florals. Remind me of this in a few months when I'm crying over ceaseless winter...