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Last night I was a gypsy kid, trying to escape, with some siblings of mine, from someone we had embarrassed, and the night before last I was a refugee from war and plague. Although in both dreams things were looking up at the end - it seemed as though the guy took pity on us and was forgiving us at the end of the dream last night, and the night before last we found a couple of kids still alive in a line of dead who were waiting for burial, and then found a quiet place to camp where there was even a store which had fruit for sale, and I bought a white peach. So I guess over all I'm hopeful, and haven't completely lost my faith in humanity?
We were up early and got the car out of the garage, and I went out and gassed up the van (have to go to an Irving station because we have this rewards card, and let me tell you, it was low enough on gas that the trip made me nervous). After that I had an appetite and when I got back I maued down 2 eggs, 4 pieces of toast (two of them with cashew butter and some good 'tri-berry' jam that Eor got for Christmas from a coworker) and then an orange. Buying a white peach in my dream of night before last made me think my body was trying to tell me to eat fruit.
They did a nice job cleaning our street last night, but it's snowing again. :P
Over breakfast I read What Is And What Seems To Be (Arthurian Legend, about Guinevere, by Lesserstorm) and 1918, by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rabidsamfan (and now I'm sucking up all the drabbles on his/her journal.)
The other thing I've been reading compulsively, lately, is "A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century" by Barbara W. Tuchman. I've been working on this book for at least all year, quite possibly more. I'm starting to ship ( Baron Enguerrand de Coucy VII with Baron Olivier de Clisson )
Oh how am I so distractible! The Recently Deflowered Girl (a long-lost Edward Gorey book) just grabbed my attention. Must make this link as I am NOT going to read the whole thing right now (am halfway through it) and I'm sure the rest of you will find it enjoyable. :)
I have been neglectful of keeping track of the books I've read so far this year. I guess I read "The Affair at Styles" on our way to Florida on the train, so that actually goes as the final book of 2008...
Book #44) "The Mysterious Affair at Styles" - Agatha Christie. (a Poirot mystery.)
At for first book of 2009 I get to claim:
1) "Daily Life In Victorian England" by Sally Mitchell. A little repetitive due to the method of dealing with each aspect of life separately in order to show attitude and technology change over the era, but interestingly enough written to keep even Short Attention Span Do-Do amused.
2) "The Man Upstairs" - P. G. Wodehouse: in fact I hope I didn't already claim this one as read, because for some reason I'd thought I'd finished it, but when Eor mentioned something about the last story I was confused and went back to find that I had only read a little over half the book. Short stories, why I hates them.
I currently have in progress "A Distant Mirror," "The Horse Stealers" (a collection of Anton Chekov's short stories), "The Clicking of Cuthbert" (another collection of Wodehouse short stories) and "The Shadow In The North" by Philip Pullman. Ugh. ADD much?
We were up early and got the car out of the garage, and I went out and gassed up the van (have to go to an Irving station because we have this rewards card, and let me tell you, it was low enough on gas that the trip made me nervous). After that I had an appetite and when I got back I maued down 2 eggs, 4 pieces of toast (two of them with cashew butter and some good 'tri-berry' jam that Eor got for Christmas from a coworker) and then an orange. Buying a white peach in my dream of night before last made me think my body was trying to tell me to eat fruit.
They did a nice job cleaning our street last night, but it's snowing again. :P
Over breakfast I read What Is And What Seems To Be (Arthurian Legend, about Guinevere, by Lesserstorm) and 1918, by
rabidsamfan (and now I'm sucking up all the drabbles on his/her journal.) The other thing I've been reading compulsively, lately, is "A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century" by Barbara W. Tuchman. I've been working on this book for at least all year, quite possibly more. I'm starting to ship ( Baron Enguerrand de Coucy VII with Baron Olivier de Clisson )
Oh how am I so distractible! The Recently Deflowered Girl (a long-lost Edward Gorey book) just grabbed my attention. Must make this link as I am NOT going to read the whole thing right now (am halfway through it) and I'm sure the rest of you will find it enjoyable. :)
I have been neglectful of keeping track of the books I've read so far this year. I guess I read "The Affair at Styles" on our way to Florida on the train, so that actually goes as the final book of 2008...
Book #44) "The Mysterious Affair at Styles" - Agatha Christie. (a Poirot mystery.)
At for first book of 2009 I get to claim:
1) "Daily Life In Victorian England" by Sally Mitchell. A little repetitive due to the method of dealing with each aspect of life separately in order to show attitude and technology change over the era, but interestingly enough written to keep even Short Attention Span Do-Do amused.
2) "The Man Upstairs" - P. G. Wodehouse: in fact I hope I didn't already claim this one as read, because for some reason I'd thought I'd finished it, but when Eor mentioned something about the last story I was confused and went back to find that I had only read a little over half the book. Short stories, why I hates them.
I currently have in progress "A Distant Mirror," "The Horse Stealers" (a collection of Anton Chekov's short stories), "The Clicking of Cuthbert" (another collection of Wodehouse short stories) and "The Shadow In The North" by Philip Pullman. Ugh. ADD much?