Amid all the hurricane news I'm grieving most for Pass Christian Books. It was the most wonderful book store. It sat close to the beach in Pass Christian, Mississippi. It's charm was as enticing as the books. I had the best time there, sitting on the floor talking to Scott about our favorite books and authors. He had met Silas House and had read his books. Silas is one of my favorite authors and a dear friend. I went back to the bookstore two days in a row. I came home with wonderful books and a head full of the history and culture of the gulf coast. I hope they rebuild and I'm hoping the books were evacuated. After leaving Pass Christian Books, I bought a slice of Key Lime Pie and a coke to take to eat on the beach. I sat on a wooden step that was mostly covered in sand and ate my pie. I could taste the salt on my lips and the breeze was warm. I'm glad I saw the beach and book store before this storm.
I haven't heard the fate of Spanish Trail Books in Biloxi. But I fear for it.
It's after midnight and here I am, still wide awake, pain in my chest and foot.
24 hours or so have passed.
Tonight my hair is a different color and is shorter. I had lunch with Jeanie, which helps me keep my head above water. Later I went to the movie by myself. I was one of five to see THE CONSTANT GARDENER. I thought it was a fine film, stressful but worth the stress.
Both of my cats are in the house but will soon want to go outside for the night. But that will change when the night air starts to get cooler. Then they want to be in the house, in the bed. They won't want to be disturbed.
My old clock is striking. It's been here for years and now it is running and striking. It is ready for me to wind it and it will keep me company all night.
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