No French in Paris

or so it seems

At the Cedarbrae Library, my local, I pick up books from the displays. On the grounds, that if someone set up the display, I should at least pick up a book.
And bring them home
and read them or take them back ---- or both

The latest, is a novel about a bookseller in Paris. He sells from a barge on the Seine. 
A floating bookstore and apothecary b/c
he ministers to his clients. Books are the doctor and the medicine. 
And no French, the cast speak in English w/ very French sounding names e.g. ' Manon ' and Perdu and Bonhomme etc
A very easy read. But involving
leads you on
surprises you
The author is Nina George

The day will be  H / H. And one more to come and then a break as day turns to night
and bingo bango ----- August appears

Fishing is on my mind - more so now b/c the boat, the trolley and the ramp and rails are slowly coming around.
However, last Wednesday, coming in from fishing - I decided to come in early, thus there would be daylight for the retrieval of the boat. 
The trolley jammed - immovable. After several tries
an inspection showed the N side wheel rubbed to bare metal
The rail at that point looked sunken. I shimmed the rail and the boat and trolley came up into the boathouse. 
Success.
To be fair to the trolley, the boat was not level and was rocking on the cradle.
However, the whole process is organic
< organic > is my new buzz word for situations where everything is in flux - and you adjust as the picture unfolds.
Trust me the boat and trolley and ramp is very organic
defines ' organic '