Neurosis, thy name is Apple.

Brian sleeps across the hall. He had an exciting afternoon. We both did: PJ, the woman who owns the property adjoining this one, has driven up from Los Angeles and brought us presents! She walked into the shop this afternoon and presented Golden Egg Books with a shiny gleamy brand-new coffeemaker, and many little bags of Ethiopian coffee, and a set of the most beautiful gilded cups and saucers! She gave me an elegant fringed cotton throw, and brother Brian a sweatshirt from the Academy Awards that has metallic golden Oscars on it. Brian adores awards ceremonies, especially the Academy Awards. He couldn't stop talking about his new shirt all evening.

I did little at the shop today besides rearrange kids' books, but I did paint the snake'n'egg logo on the door glass. Tomorrow I'll give it another coat. It's cute, actually, but I hope it doesn't generate concern among my new friends at the Truth Tabernacle.

Today was drizzly and dark. Downtown seemed deserted but when I walked into Antonio's Italian Restaurant on Main Street, I found it crowded to the rafters with apres-church diners. The corner antique store appeared to be well-populated, as well. These folks just don't know about the Egg yet, I'm sure. I hope the weather clears. I need a chance to slap some paint on the exterior to wake it up! and make it known that we are alive....

I spent some time trying to find out how to start a small natural foods store. I want to be ready to leap should space become available on either side of my storefront someday. But I couldn't find information online. I know further regulations and licenses are involved. But what is Step One, I wonder?

My much-vaunted Faith in the Universe was dealt a severe blow this afternoon. I had entered a Garden Club raffle to win 1-1/2 cords of split dry juniper firewood. I was absolutely certain one of my six-tickets-for-five-dollars would be drawn from that coffee can. Alas, the phone call came. It wasn't just that we'd lost. That I'd understand. But the Garden Club hadn't even known about the coffee can my tickets were in, and hadn't collected it, and so I wasn't even included in the drawing! They apologized and are mailing me back my five dollars.

Good for them.

Silly me, anyway.

Brian goes on a field trip to Burney again tomorrow for a movie with his day-program pals. I wish they didn't spend so many hours a week just riding all over Northern California in that little blue bus. It can't be good. But he'll have fun, I'm sure. Me, I'm just gonna keep moving that paintbrush around...
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