Now I dearly love amazon.com so this is really not a big complaint. Unlike my husband, they’ll remember what I like to read and what I want for Christmas. They pay very close attention to my moods, and tease me with my own whims. They know me better than my mother–or no, my best friend–ever did, and keep in touch with regular e-mails. When I go to visit, they’re always so very pleased to welcome me, and have my favorite fare laid out to tempt my appetite. But their timing is what is most extraordinary of all…
About five years ago or more I purchased a couple books on drapery ideas, and a fine Waverly stripe material along with cording and lining material to make new window treatments for the living room. In cleaning the windows, the blinds last week, and now the laundering of the curtains, I pulled out those books last night and looked through them once again but wasn’t super excited about any of the ideas.
And judging from my morning e-mail, amazon.com knew this.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology