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"Ok. I'm better now, not all better, but better.
Going to Haven last night helped. I spent time with [C], Alley-cat, and a couple other ppl I don't have nicknames for yet *g*.
I'm going used book shopping with my mom now, if that doesn't make me feel better at least I will have books to console myself with."

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"A long drive down winding roads. Not really watching the world, reading the latest Spider Robinson book instead.
Pull into a gravel parkinglot, surrounded by white fences.
Out of the car, past the 'Book Barn' sign and to the Ellis Island building. There among the stacks of $1 hardcovers, a copy of Spider Robinson's Stardance.
On to Hades, the first of the real buildings, what is playing on the stereo there? Great Big Sea, more specificly Old Brown's Daughter. As I browse the SF there, that song turns to I'm A Rover, which takes me perfectly from the melacholy slowness I have been living in lately into the high energy of exploring this place.
Exploring, poking into stacks of books, exclaiming over finds.
The Book Barn is a labor of love. It is more than a place to sell books, it is someone showing how much they love books, and all that goes with them. Gardens with fountains, and gazing balls, and gravel paths. Comfortable chairs and couchs and piles of pillows. Free coffee and cookies. Cats wandering about, loungingh where they like. A slinky black feline stretches out across the doorway of 'The Haunted Barn'(hardcover mysteries and suspense mostly).
Finding new areas crammed with books that I didn't even know where there last time.
Turning to walk back to the main building, bag full of finds, only to see a copy of On The Road with Charles Kuralt among another stack of $1 books.
A short drive. Soda's and fried shrimp from a roadside stand.
A long drive home through the backroads. Pleasant conversation with my mother.

A fine way to spend an afternoon."