The bookshop has the right kind of old book and near it, by the coincidence of the alphabet, is a writer new to me, who wrote a novel I find novel and so I leave with two books instead of one. Life insists on being more interesting than my plans. But the plans do get me rolling.
Sunday, April 03, 2011
#30DaysofBiking: Back and Forth to the Bookshop
The gap in the clouds is fortunate, welcome and not to be wasted. I roll out early, fueled by coffee. A deer is having breakfast at the old farm site, pausing to watch as I pass. There are ducks in the damp ditches and quail on the trail. I'm on the trail of a new old book and the used bookstore in Redmond opens at 9:00 AM. I pace myself so I don't arrive too early, a skill made simpler by watching the pace of deer, duck and quail.