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Harry Potter the 7th

Well this is it, the last Harry Potter book.  I’m amazed that our little independent book store has so many pre-orders reserved with a credit card. We don’t try to compete with the big box stores, Amazon, or even Kroger with their deep discounts. Ours is a modest 20% and most customers are surprised we’re offering a discount! The loyalty of our customers is astounding. If you can, please shop at independent book stores, be loyal to your community.

 Our party should be fun, a magician and balloon artist, dancers en costume, a costume contest and refreshments. I should start baking those cookies. ;) A customer loaned us some really cool Halloween type cookie cutters.

 Tell me what party you are going to, what’s happening in your neighborhood. I heard the local Barnes is having a sleep/read over night. An indie in Fayetteville, AR is re-creating the wizard shopping center in HP 1 in their parking lot. How cool!

 I am not a Harry Potter fan, but I love the excitement the books create and how so many families, from grandparent on down, share the books.

I won’t be at our party. Someone has to open the store the next morning. We’ll be just as busy then as the folks who sold books at 12.01.

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Peace Corps here I come

I’ve just embarked on the longest road unknown. A dream I’ve had since the ’60s. I’ve applied to the Peace Corps. After the application process, I now have an interview with my recruiter, Linda,  on July 30th.  I don’t know why she is called a recruiter, no one recruited me. I took the initiative. I think they should use the word advocate, that is what Linda seems to be for me. She is so encouraging.  I look forward to the interview and the trip to Dallas. Yep, I’m driving there.  I could have a phone interview, but hey, road trip! I’m all for that.

If any of you RPCVs are reading this, give me tips. Thanks.

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Time and memorial

My brother, J. B., and I spent the day picking out a memorial bench for our mother’s grave at Mount Holly Cemetary. We don’t move fast in this family, Mom died in June 2004. The bench we chose looks like this only in a deep green granite. We wanted a place where anyone could stop and sit comfortably. Mount Holly is such a lovely old cemetary and Mom’s site is along the main entry road –  we hope it will welcome folks to sit a spell.

In the fall we plan to plant bulbs; jonquil, iris, day lily. Bulb plants in the south, with global warming are dicey,IMO, but those are the only things we are allowed to plant. Water restrictions  and mowing preclude any other planting.  Now I  know why the rosemary plant is no longer there. :(   Oh well.

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Shalom

When I got to the hotel in Walnut Creek on Friday afternoon, I received an envelope. An itinerary of events. Sabbath dinner that night in Lafayette starting at 5:30 p.m., then evening Shabbat service at the Temple Isaiah. Saturday we (family) were to arrive at the Temple at 9:00 a.m. for pictures, Shabbat service, including Tamar’s Bat Mitzvh, would begin at 10:30 with lunch following. 6:00 p.m. at the hotel, thankfully, dinner and dancing party to celebrate Tamar.

Once I was in my room I called Cathy, my step-daughter, and left a message with my room number. Cath had called me that morning to see if I could get to Walnut Creek in time to join the family for a wine country tour. I didn’t think so, plus the last thing I didn’t want to do was sit in a car for any more hours than necessary. It gets old quick when one’s been on the road for a few days.

Family at the hotel was: Cathy, Tom and Becca – the Irwins, Mark (step-son) and Caroline – Joe’s ex-wife- but more importantly the mother of three people I love.  Family.

Dinner was at a steakhouse, great food, great time reconnecting with Wendy’s (daughter-in-law, mother of Tamar) family and friends.

Now for the best part. I’ve never been to a Jewish Temple and had no idea what a Shabbat service would be like.  If you’ve never been, go to one. The joy displayed through song and music was inspiring. There was a special treat that night; an Interfaith Choral Celebration, pieces by Mozart, Ernest Bloch, Guido Haazen and a specially commissioned piece by Greg Murai. Mozart to modern. It was faboo. One can’t clap in Temple, we learned how to silently clap – raised arms, closing all fingers down to palm.

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