bookmark gja They were squabbling over the just purchased bag from the bookshop that had been proffered to one by their mum. SO she said to the smallest - you can hold the bookmark. He said - thats not my name. 120813 ... raze self-made, cut from the drawstring ripped out of an old pair of boxer pants, dark blue and grey, checkered, scentless and soft, running the length of my forearm from elbow to wrist. i think it's the finest bookmark i've ever had. i'll cut three or four more just like it. 130428 ... raze there's another now, darker-hued, with some red in it. which one gets the call depends on the mood on the day. but the first one there was, before these two, and my favourite of them all, i lent to a friend and will never see again. next time i lend someone a book, they'll have to find their own bookmark. i'm not parting with any more of mine. 131115 ... raze i woke up with it under my head. i don't understand how this happened. if you saw where i left the book i was reading last night, and where it still is right now, you wouldn't understand how it happened either. it's almost the entire length of the bed away from me. my body doesn't travel very far when i sleep. i stay on one specific side of the bed, turned on my left side. and the book didn't move all night as far as i can tell. the bookmark itself is the first one i mentioned here, a robust piece of long, thin fabric that always slides into place and then stays there, snug and secure. but somehow, when i raised my head from my pillow this morning, there it was, not flattened by the weight of my face, but looking for all the world like it had been marking my place while i slept so i'd know where i was when i woke up. 210830 ... raze this time i found it on the floor beside my bed, curled into the shape of a perfect candy cane. let's get festive. 211126 ... tender_square when deep in conversation with girlfriends, i'd often throw in the word "bookmark" if they said something that inspired an anecdote i wanted to share but was sure i'd forget; i didn't want to interrupt the flow of their fascinating stories by butting in with my own. my bookmark helped me retrace my steps every time it was turn to share. 211127 what's it to you? who go blather from