I escaped on the zimmer bus this morning to exchange my Xmas book tokens at Waterstones. This took me out on a hot day eager to see bookshelves. Therefore I stopped in the cathedral first as they have a book stall and sadly discovered this had been shorn somewhat, it transpired that next door the Diocesan House contained a bookshop also and they were working on not competing with one another.
This meant I had to walk over the graves to the House and visit their small bookshop. I felt it unfortunate that much of their stock was too similar, some discussion required between the two I think to get this right. I would think the more 'heavy' books, commentaries etc, ought to be in the House while more 'daily' sorts in the cathedral, but what do I know? All I know is that Christians do not buy books to learn about the book and the author but prefer books that make them feel good or offer the fashionable 'soup of the day.'
So down the High Street to the bookshop where I found three books worth spending my voucher on. There were more obviously but I am not greedy (much). Browsing among the tables, much easier than the low shelves, I chose, eventually, 'Babylon' by Paul Kriwaczeck as I like the Sumer type of history, way back in the early days of southern Iraq. 'Undertones of War' by Edmund Blunden, supposed to be a WW1 'classic,' in time we shall see and 'Estuary' by Rachel Lichtenstein. This purports to tell of the Thames Estuary, a place not far from here, rich in history and something I like reading about.
All these books will lie on the pile of 'Books to read' which must be brought nearer where I sit as they are in danger of toppling from a height at the moment and this could be dangerous. Naturally I now wish to drop the books I am reading and begin on these but must show some discipline and wait until ready. This is not easy.
Home tired and aching I longed for sleep and wished to read the books at the same time.
However I was somewhat put out by a comment from Jerry in Missouri his state of health. He has been very unwell for some time and his sick wife died not that long ago and now with his heart in a poor state he feels seriously that his time is short. I rather regret this.
This Redneck has been a rude and nasty man to me for a while now, I like him! His humour and desire for God is real and he is able to argue, though never able to accept that I am right, tsk! I fear for his health.
On a somewhat lighter note this music is what followed me around town all day.