We went to Montoleur yesterday to look for some books. Boy did we find
some. We returned to a store where I found last year’s treasures and the
owner helped me find what I was looking for through sign language and
frenglish. He showed me these absolutely stunning bug books from the
19th century. I was just enjoying them at first, knowning they were out
of my pricerange. I dared ask the price and the number he gave me was
not totally outrageous. We ended up buying them and I got all choked up
in the store over it. I strapped them into a seatbelt so they wouldn’t
roll around and covered them with my jacket to protect them. I showed my
amazing find to glen and pat, who went oooh and ahhh over them.
We started getting suspicious over then receipt. Turns out, the books
were much more than we had thought. Much, much more. We still need to
call the bank to confirm, but I think there was a communication problem
over the price.
We laughed heartily over it once we realized how silly I must have been
to think for one minute that I was getting such amazing books for such a
small price. We planned to call the bank, make sure that yes, we were
charged what the reciept says, and if so, drive back to the store in the
morning.
Then tom stopped laughing and got that deep, contemplative look on his
face that means he’s up to no good. He started seriously considering not
taking the books back. We started talking it over. We thought, if we
found a painting that brought one tenth the pleasure that these books
bring, we would pay what we did on these books and be happy. Maybe,
under these strange circumstances, we found a truly amazing treasure
that we should hold onto. It’s a little overwhelming to think about.
I started a gauche painting based off some ideas in the books that I’ll
hopefully have to show you all by tomorrow.
But yeah. Crazy. My boyfriend is crazy. And I’m a lucky sucker.