Odds and ends

Projects lining up; weather shifting, so the yard needs attention. I'll mow, and yank at weeds, need to clean gutters. Good thing I know how to set up a climbing anchor.
Threw aside S.Y. Agnon at the end, I was so tired of reading about religious people, chosen people, yatta yatta. Found a strange little dystopic novel lying around, which was published in the early 70's. Read a review of Margaret Atwood's newest, The Year of the Flood, speaking of dystopia; I am actually looking forward to reading it.