Rainy Day

 

It is a rainy fall day. When I logged on to write this post, I realized that it had been over a month since I've written on here. Wow... see what I meant when I said I work best under a deadline? 

But today, today I am craving books.

It is the Book Festival this week. They started passing out fliers for this sometime last month, and today is the day I had been waiting for.

The city library is enormous. Four stories of whispering books, and I know that a lot of people don't agree with me, but they are all just begging for my attention. Except for maybe the romance and history sections, those voices were made for another person's heart.

Josh and I went today, though, and learned how to bind a book. We each made our own little 72-page, cereal-cardboard enclosed notebook. They teach an entire course on bookbinding at the University of Utah.... I'm straining up the hill toward that big red school. After looping together one rather juvenile attempt at a book, my fingers want more. More thread, more paper, and finally, a pen.

Very soon, I will be making my own notebooks, and maybe even a notebook for you someday, too.

It is fall, like I mentioned, and I do love how Salt Lake has taken pride in its architecture.

It's architecture, and its plants, trees especially.

 

After making our books, we took a walk around in the hoodie weather and looked at what a damp city has to offer.

For the rest of the day, though, it's socks, blankets and Mario.

Oh, and more books of course.