I’ve been listening to Walden in the car. It’s pretty good for commutes. It’s not, it turns out, great for quilting to. Last night I ended up finishing a good chunk of quilting to Paul Simon. I had the epiphany that there are few tunes I’ll reach over and hit ‘play again’ in the universe but one of them is definitely “The Only Living Boy in New York“. Who knows how this stuff happens.
In other news, if you order something that comes via UPS and you’ve signed up for myUPS, you can throw a little money at them to deliver it as UPS rather than turning it over to the post office. It says it probably saves you a day or two and they only charge you IF they do that. So I had a couple packages sent from Amazon with free shipping and for $3.50 I got them a day early. I was excited and yet felt virtuous. There’s an app for that (the myUPS thing, not the virtuous thing…)
Besides a copy of Mary Oliver’s Rules for the Dance, there was this:
which I’m busily getting ready to put on my iPhone…
Earlier today, in a world that exists within this one: