I love my husband.

A few weeks ago, I asked for help in finding a book. None of my two or three dozen readers were able to help me, or so it seems since nobody commented. I resigned myself to never knowing, just lost in the mists of time.

Then last month, our church had its annual "garage sale." Because I was at our archdiocese's women's conference, I didn't make it. Dale went to the Mass for Life and then the sale. Among his treasures, he got some books for the kids--A Child's Garden of Verse, by Robert Louis Stevenson. He picked it up for the author's name.
I looked at it, noticing the wonderful illustrations. They weren't all in color, which gave me pause. I knew this style.

I think I've found it.

You know, I hear all kinds of stories about the Internet. I know anything is available for a price, and the Internet just makes it more accessible. What have *I* found?
1. The teaspoon completing my grandmother's wedding silver, lost around 1932
2. An exact replacement of the same grandmother's sugar bowl after it got broken (ebay)
3. Support for homeschooling, from bargain textbooks to entire curricula to social groups
4. An online classics reading group, which more easily fits into my schedule than a live one

Now this. Maybe Al Gore isn't as dumb as his Global Warming discreditors would have us believe.
(I'm joking on that last line.)