Week 40

I spent part of Saturday with the dust and mosquitoes in the shadows of Cox's salvage yard, looking for a door with a frosted glass pane. We saw lots of doors, and several possibilities. All in all, we thought it was a productive several hours, so we rewarded ourselves on the way home with a stop at Cafe Gutenberg. Darien order an espresso and I ordered a coffee. We decided to split a sandwich of scrambled eggs and oyster mushrooms on panini bread with a side of fries.

While we were waiting, I pulled out a book I was ready to start reading, Murder in the Marais by Cara Black. It is not the sort of thing I usually read, but Darien says I have to read the entire series because each novel is set in a different area of Paris, and we are planning on going to France next summer. I figured reading schlocky mysteries was easier than, say, actually learning to speak French, so I'm going along with the plan. I was taken aback to read in the first paragraph of the first page:

The man emerged from the shadows by her frosted paned office door.

I don't know if this is a premonition I am going to buy the door we looked at, go to France, or become involved in a murder. Maybe all three. ("Returning to my hotel room in Paris, I discovered the frosted paned door had been used as a blunt instrument, striking dead the concierage ...")

Things are definitely deteriorating, but I'm not sure I want to complain too loudly. I had a week's worth of excellent apple juice from that machine.