secretlake

I went thrift shopping yesterday, it was intense. I had no luck in the morning, I kept feeling paranoid that I was one step behind someone who was finding all the good stuff. Then I found this squirrel and it all turned around. I washed him when I got home and dead spiders came out of the hole in his stomach, it changed the way I felt about him but now in the daylight I am happy to have him.

I spent a while looking for books, fodder for collage making. I found some pretty good ones. There were so many books about cats, I suppose they all belonged to the same person. I picked out the best two. At this one thrift shop they have all the books organized by category, it's so fantastic. I spent most of the time looking through the arts and crafts and nature sections.

Oh and then I found this glass. It had a sticker that said it was from a set of 6 but sadly the others could not be found.

On the drive back I decided to stop for a coffee because I thought it would help me be a good driver. I rarely drink coffee so it had a way too powerful effect, I had a total panic attack. I wanted someone else to drive so that I could sit in the backseat but I was alone. I took deep breaths and tried to focus on the radio. Just then the Alice Cooper radio show came on (he djs a show called Nights with Alice Cooper) and it was the best possible thing to come on the radio just then. I drove out of reach of the station though about a half hour into it, I switched to NPR and tried to focus on the people talking. I kept getting really angry at the person they were interviewing though, he was making an argument full of holes and I wanted to point them out to him but I think it was a rebroadcast from earlier in the day and I needed to fully focus on the road. So next time I am just having an ice tea.