As you know, I’m going through files and reading everything—very slowly but it’s a pleasure. My new blogfile is full, so I’m going to give you a list of ideas that I won’t have time to write. But they all triggered a response. I hope they will do the same for you. Then you can write your own blog. Send it along as a comment if you want to share it. Herewith:

A Book of Book Lists , A bibliophile’s compendium, by Alex Johnson. I’m going to do something with this but not very soon. I loove lists, not just my daily mundane to-do lists, but bizarre ones that make you think. Every one has private favorites. I’d love to see yours. Johnson refers to something in a list of trivia—”Oscar Wilde’s tendency to tear off the top corner of each page as he read it”. It made me think of my brother who tore off a corner of most pages to eat them. I could always tell when he had enjoyed a book.
A weapon of mass instruction. This could lead one to a list of books, essays, thoughts. Think about it.
Knowing that the urge always to know more versus the impossibility of knowing anything. I’m not sure that I wrote that or copied it. It sounds like me, I think. In latter years. It’s a tough one.
Why have I never read…? Moby Dick, for one. I’ve tried. several times. Maybe before I leave. Tell me your omissions, if any.
Have a reason to get out of bed in the morning. This has been my catalyst every day since my husband died. What’s yours?
The Night Has a Thousand Eyes. This is the title of an essay about the various little lights in your house that you are not aware of in the daytime but that can guide you through a room in the night, like on a TV, an electric clock, the wifi signal, the smoke detector. This will give you an idea of what to look for in your home. I didn’t stop at a list of lights in mine. I wrote a one-act play, a monologue by an old woman who wakes at night, sees some lights and investigates. The clock radio is four minutes behind the time on her cell phone. She realizes that she has four minutes left to live. She has time to say goodbye. The play was published.
The Seven Wonders of the Ancient World: Pyramid of Giza; Hanging Gardens of Babylon; Temple of Artemis; Mausoleum of Halicarnassus; Colossus of Rhodes; Lighthouse of Alexandria; Statue of Zeus at Olympia. I’ve carried that list with me for ages, still haven’t explored it.
“The boundary between our living and our reading is…porous.” (I wrote the name of the person who said this: Will Schwalbe. Thank you.). This one gives me a lot of thoughts. I suppose it depends on what kind of a reader you are and what kind of a life you live.
Are you still there? I’m not.
I’m gone.