![]() It already had signs of wear - underlines from other readers, some foxing, and a deteriorating binding. It had one page spread that had a drip stain, but it was still a readable copy. The coffee had seeped into the inner covers of the front and back were stained, as well as the outside of the pages. ![]() I dabbed it with the tissues by my bed then ran for a towel and dried it. It was published in 1988 and is now out of print. I love this book and I’ve checked it out many times from the Memphis library over the past 15 years. I dropped the coffee, it spilled on the bed and dripped down on my library copy of Unexpected Journeys: The Art and Life of Remedios Varo by Janet Kaplan. ![]() An unreasonable and abundant pile that both challenges and comforts me. Scattered all around the bed and side table are books I’m currently reading. After a visit to the bathroom, I get back in the bed, drink my coffee and write in my morning book. I have a wonderful one cup coffee maker that I have by the bed. Last month, I dropped a cup of coffee I was drinking in bed. I’m working on my upper body strength, but it hasn’t seemed to help with my hand strength. I was never a particularly graceful person, my head is always in the clouds, but lately I can’t seem to hang onto things as easily as I once did. ![]()
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