Midweek: bows in rows + reading

 

Late November in the state park:  deep red Virginia creeper, new lichen, oak leaves, and the starry remains of asters.

In domestic news:  as I wrote Monday, I bought a turkey though I'm going to friends' for Thanksgiving.  I roasted the turkey yesterday.  I carved it with portions now in the freezer.  I made stock from the carcass.  

There wasn't much left when I went to Stiles, the produce/flower stand just over the border in Wisconsin. Susan will close up next Sunday.  She takes the holidays off and will get back to the greenhouse in January.   

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In the studio:  I finished the bowtie blocks and assembled them in rows (well, columns, but that doesn't rhyme).  

I have enough of the terracotta background for borders but I'm considering the options.  

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I've known about this book forever because it was a Crime Club selection and in the collections of the libraries where I worked. (Or was it because Stevens had a paperback copy? At one time he had several hundred paperback classic mysteries.)  

 Last weekend I got a used copy (rebound in stout buckram, withdrawn from the Rockford PL) and I finally read it.  In short:  Adrian Messenger gives a list with 10 names to his friend at Scotland Yard.   Days later he perishes in an airline crash over the Atlantic.  The friend suspects foul play and engages Anthony Gethryn to investigate.  

It's so good.  Pleasantly dated but very well-written and suspenseful. 

Now I want to the see the movie but it isn't available to stream.  Alas, I no longer have a DVD player.

This is the original cover.  According to GoodReads it's the 12th of MacDonald's books featuring Gethryn.  I don't think I've read any of them.

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