reading & walking

I'm reading excerpts from Hannah Senesh's diary. Reminds me of Anne Frank's diary (unsurprisingly), which I also never really read. I'm thinking that maybe I should decide to read more of them.

( about what she writes )

Last night I had a walk in the evening. The night had mild-ed up and I was glad to be out in it. I don't set off on walks as often as would be good for me. I need a reason that requires the destination, so having a distant parking spot was a good thing. I was in smooth motion and carrying no burden, but I couldn't find quiet. Always a new house's noises would rise up out of the background sound as the last point-source's faded down to indistinctness.

I wished to be away -- by Fitzgerald Lake, or somewhere else in the woods. There was some place out in Concord the Jason took us once. This is just not something one can expect Cambridge to provide.

what do yall think?

the people selling the weird, gold, sleeper chair wrote me that they dropped the price.

I like the idea of a mattress-concealing piece of furniture that does not take up as much space as a sofa or loveseat in the back room... but in its open configuration, this chair seems to loom creepily over the sleeper. Hear *SNIKT* and the top snaps down?