A little of everything for me–rain, sun, writing, reading, dog-walking, video-watching.
I got to play with my neice’s little ones. The baby, Quincy, is my newest buddy now. I’ve won him over with several renditions of the itsy bitsy spider with hand motions.
That’s one of the first songs I ever learned.
Babies are mesmerized when you make the” down came the rain” motion lightly over their face.
Except for a walk to Trader Joe’s to obtain food, I stayed inside to write, with modest success. Also, inspired by the haunted house we’re going to buy, I read the Sheridan Le Fanu story “The Familiar.” It was exactly what the doctor ordered: ominous chills conveyed in the Victorian style, which is to say in the tones of a wary scholar who wishes not to believe it either.
You guys, if a historian ever writes about the Victorians, he or she is going to have to note they pretty much built the modern world. Look at the things they invented: English, Amtrak, ghost stories — we still use all of those every day! So you can stuff your post-1914 technology, because the Vics (and Edwardians) got it right and who needs the rest (except for medical progress and the space program and bathing suits)!!!
I also only left the house to go to Trader Joe’s!
Spooky Victorian books are the best spooky books.
Last week I watched a pretty good Irish movie called Don’t Leave Home. Set in present day, but in tone much more 1890s than 2019. If you’re in the mood to get unsettled (but not to be grossed out or chased by a lunatic with a saw), give it a chance.
That sounds good!
My brunch plans were scuppered by a sick baby so I stayed home all weekend. I worked out, read, watched the last season of the Great Food Truck Race, and continued my apartment purge. I got rid of three grocery bags worth of beauty products and appliances that I never use. That set of hot rollers from 20 years ago? Gone! Countless samples of products acquired over the years but never actually sampled? Mostly gone! Next I turn to my desk area. So long, grad school research from 2005!
I just got rid of a whole bunch of grad school papers and handouts from around the same year. So much paper! I put most of it in recycling.
You guys don’t need to throw out all your old papers, because you can stow them in a mysterious trunk in the attic of the house we’re going to buy.
Someone in The Future might need to read my scary paper on Medieval women mystics!
If by future you mean next week, hell yeah, I wanna know about scary medieval lady mystics!
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