Three Muses In the Mail

I came home yesterday to find a large package resting against my door. I hadn’t ordered anything recently so I picked it up, baffled. Then I saw the return address and smiled to myself. Cousin Mike had sent me something. He does this on occasion. I’ll get a GIANT box sent to me filled with second-hand books. A treasure trove. And there’s never a note included, which is the best part. No note necessary. Here’s some books. Often they are books which I have only told myself that I really want. But Cousin Mike seems to know. What can I say. He is his father’s son. I hurried into my kitchen and ripped open the box, which required some doing, since there was so much tape on it it was like a papier-mache project.

Here is what Mike sent me.

It made the day a little bit like Christmas. Do not get between the O’Malley clan and our love of books. It is a neverending flow, which pours out of us in all directions. We manage it all quite well, we just talk about books all the time, that’s all, and part of the fun is passing something along to someone else.

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4 Responses to Three Muses In the Mail

  1. sheila says:

    Tallulah always reminds me a bit of Mummy Gina. I mean, not the whole Bad Dame aspect, but her bone structure, her posture, how she sat, how she smoked.

    Mike rules – it was such a surprise!

  2. tracey says:

    Cousin Mike has to stop getting me all choked up. I can’t ever meet him in person. What if I just blub?

    Awesome books, Sheila.

  3. sheila says:

    You must blub when you meet Cousin Mike!! hahahaha

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