Next morning Hannah went into the hothouses to cut some flowers to replace a bloom here and there in the vases that went droop, and discovered her brother Julius about some matter of tending pots.

He smiled at her. What, not up and about with Miss Flora?

I daresay she sleeps in, to recover from her journey.

Indeed the Channel crossing will knock one up! But – he turned around with a serious expression upon his face – has she said aught about Beauf – Sallington’s – suit to her?

Not yet.

Only – he sighed – there is some notion of the Duke’s that Beauf might set up his own establishment at Nitherholme, and he was saying, did he do so, might I not go with him and do somewhat about the gardens, that were never particular tended to, save for the herb garden when Lady Jane resided there, and have been much neglected since then, one could have a free hand in doing the thing, 'tis not like Qualling or the grounds of Mulcaster House, so there would not be established gardeners jealous of their place and saying, has always been done thus and so –

Oh, Julius, surely you would love that!

Also, Julius went on with a longing look, 'tis moorland country thereabouts, and I confide would be an almost untrodden field for the botanist –

Sure all sounds entire ideal –

- but one must suppose that his plans would be different did he intend to go marry.

One had to know Julius extreme well to know that he was most extreme concerned about this matter. Indeed it would be a considerable advancement for him, and Hannah knew how great a friendship there had ever been 'twixt him and Lord Sallington. Certainly he might fear that marriage would cause a breach – but was it Flora, that had been part of the same nursery-set? how could that create a gulph?

And then she looked at her brother and wondered. Had she not had particular opportunity to observe the very fine manly affection that existed 'twixt His Lordship and Mr MacDonald?

Why, she said, I daresay Flora will tell me soon enough.

In the afternoon she climbed once more to their meeting place, where Flora was already sitting, clasping her arms about her knees in her old way. Hannah went to squeeze in beside her.

Dearest Hannah Clorinda, said Flora, sure there is a thing I am almost frighted to ask you: but has there been with you any matter of falling in love?

Hannah laughed. Fie, who should I go fall in love with?

Why, how should I know, being away so long?

Hannah looked sideways at Flora. Well, she said, resisting the desire to teaze, I will confess that I have the greatest admiration and, 'tis true to say, affection, towards His Lordship and Mr MacDonald, that are both always so very kind to me. But they are quite out of my sphere, and naught that I would go pine for – and indeed, sure I take the entire apprehension that 'twould be a very foolish thing to set my girlish hopes upon 'em.

You were ever a sensible creature, sighed Flora. For I find myself – found myself, mayhap I will discover that matters are different when we are no longer under the Italian sun, or strolling in balmy moonlight and a little smoky glow from the burning mountain – somewhat unexpected smitten.

She sighed once more. We encountered Quintus and his friends in Venice and it perchanced I saw a good deal of Beauf, and then we went our ways, and then we met once more in Naples, and I found myself in a considerable liking to him, and indeed he to me, and there was a mention of marriage, but I said that perchance we were beguiled by the exceeding romantic setting –

- but 'twas not just that concern that halted me from saying yes to his offer.

She looked down at her hands pressing together. O, dear, Hannah, I like him most extremely, but I greatly dislike the thought of being a duchess. For one sees his stepmother, a most excellent learned lady, that I daresay would greatly prefer to spend a deal more time in her study than her duties of rank permit, and does not complain, but will sometimes let little things drop – will come in from some occasion and say she has been about duchessing, with a twist of her mouth.

And then, my dearest Tiger - she looked sideways at Hannah, who kept her face entirely straight – why, what may I call her? She would not have me call her mama, says 'tis a title she would not steal from Mama, so 'tis a pet name ‘twixt the two of us. But she says, that one should ever think when contemplating marriage that the duties of marriage will include matters to do with one’s husband’s station or profession, if only by behaving proper to that – that is, does one marry a clergyman there is a deal of proper behaviour expected in the matter of church attendance and parish duties &C, almost to act the ancillary curate, and if one marries a doctor one does not gossip upon his patients any more than he would, and must not complain is he called out at all hours to some urgent case.

She leant her head upon Hannah’s shoulder. And said, sure one may see married couples that are entire partners, like unto Mama and Papa, or the Wallaces, or the Samuels, or as 'twas with the Verikers – oh, that was sad news – but indeed, she says, a woman does not always realize in advance what will come to her, but must adapt to circumstances.

And however fond and kind a husband may be, 'tis quite out of the common that he will go encourage her ambitions as Mr Lucas does, that insists that Mrs Lucas has her own study in the rectory. That she confides he would do even was there not the matter of her fortune in the balance.

She fell silent.

Also, she said at length, I like Beauf most extremely, but I have found that I am also given to finding other fellows agreeable, if only for a while. I daresay, she went on, you have read, or mayhap heard, the marriage service? That I confide is not in particular different among Methodists from what pertains in the Established Church – sure one hears that the Quakers do the matter differently –

Dearest Flora, 'tis unlike you to babble.

- and while there is a deal of matter in’t that one could mostly happily swear to, there are some things… even more than the forsaking all others, there is that dread word obey. And Tiger says I should mind what a deal of rights the law and custom assign to husbands, and how little to wives. Sure, she said, a woman – or her prudent advisors – may tie up any fortune she has, but there has to be that forethought took, and even then, there are husbands will endeavour come around their wives by persuasion or even violence.

Hannah sighed. Indeed 'tis so.

But the thing that I always come at, Flora continued, squeezing Hannah, is that I would not wish to be parted from you. And sure I find it hard to come at any way one might marry and still have one’s dearest friend about one. I suppose you might come be my companion, but – she planted a kiss upon Hannah’s head – I should dislike to put you in that position of dependency -

Oh, she cried, but I am a selfish fool! Doubtless you have your own plans and ambitions –

Why, said Hannah, I confide that although I lead a most exceeding pleasant existence here, undertaking the flowers for the house and tending to the library, 'tis not a course I may continue entirely indefinitely. And latterly I was discoursing of the matter to Mr MacDonald, and he advanced the thought that I might go make a living by my pen -

Why, my darling, indeed you might. For Mr MacDonald had most thoughtful laid by for us copies of The Intelligencer, marked up with matters of particular interest, and Tiger was most prepossessed by those pieces of yours on historical ladies.

Hannah felt herself blushing all over. But sure I did not see quite how I might come at that.

Flora clasped her knees again and rocked a little in the old wonted fashion when she was thinking something over.

At length she said, hesitantly, you know that Tiger has a fine property in Surrey -

O yes, Yeomans, 'twas where Mama met Papa –

Say you so! – 'twas let for many years to the Ulrichs, very fine people, some connexion of the Samuels, but at present stands empty, and she does not go seek new tenants until certain repairs and refurbishments are made. And it comes to me, might we not ask her could we go live there, and devote our lives to study and writing and doing somewhat about the parlous condition of womanhood - for I apprehend that 'tis not an entire out of the common thing, for two ladies to live together and pursue their interests, like Lady Emily Merrett and Miss Fenster at Attervale –

- but are they not somewhat older ladies, past their marriageable years?

O, now, but I have heard that Lady Emily was one of the belles of the Season when they first went there, her suitors were entire desolated.

O, said Hannah, longingly, surely that would be excellent fine, but I confide that there would be objections -

O, poo, to objections! said Flora. Do I go convoke with Tiger upon the business I daresay she will come at some way it might be contrived.

Hannah clutched Flora’s hand. O, Flora! I should like it of all things.

So, much later, Hannah climbed up to the deserted attic of the west wing of Raxdell House, and out onto the flat part of the roof 'twixt chimney-stacks, to find Flora already there, changed out of her finery into one of her old schoolroom dresses.

O, Hannah, she said a little tearfully, I thought you might not come.

Why should I not come?

Sure I am a foolish creature, but I have been hearing so much about how you go take care of the library, and are quite entire Mr MacDonald’s pupil in philosophy and a deal of other matters, sure you become the blue-stocking, while I have been about the frivolity of travel.

'Tis not what your letters led me to apprehend, said Hannah, sitting down upon a ledge and patting the place beside her. Was a deal of good thinking about what you saw and society and politics and history, 'twas no account of balls and flirtations and parties of pleasure.

Why, will not deny that there were plenty of those as well, said Flora, sitting down beside Hannah and putting her arm around her as she had ever been wont. But sure I should have liked to have you there, though indeed I now apprehend why there was such a to-do when I proposed you should come.

She looked down at her feet and sighed. I have learnt a deal of matters about things that concern me and those close to me. She fell silent.

Some considerable while later she said, but I would desire disclose 'em to you, my other self, 'tis why I wished come here where we may be quite private and none may overhear.

You need not, said Hannah, is't some matter of family secrets (had she not once heard some spiteful gossip that Flora was a cuckoo in the nest, no child of Josiah Ferraby’s but of some adventure of his wife’s? She did not believe it – was there not the finest fondness 'twixt the pair of 'em, did not Flora greatly resemble her father – but mayhap she was mistook.)

No, indeed I must - 'tis a very beautiful thing – indeed I feel myself proud - She stood up and looked about her. Sure I am foolish – none ever comes into those attics save to spring-clean once a year, and 'tis not the time for the chimneys to be swept.

Why, said Hannah, one may see through the skylight, grimy though 'tis, that the attic is quite entire deserted - there is no reason for any to come nigh -

I know, I am foolish, but the secret is not all mine to disclose.

Come sit down, then, and whisper in my ear as we were wont.

Flora gave a little smile and came to sit down again. She put her arm back around Hannah and leant towards her. I am Aunty Clorinda’s child, she whispered.

Hannah turned her head. Why, now one had heard it, one saw that Flora was very much of Lady Bexbury’s colouring, and none of the other Ferrabys was so fair. And sure Lady Bexbury had always manifested the very greatest fondness for her god-daughter –

But – she began in a low voice – who –

Oh, indeed Papa is my father. 'Tis somewhat of a long story, but it came about that poor Mama was very poorly indeed after being brought to bed with Quintus – and was advised that she should have no more – and very greatly yearned even so – and when it happened that Aunty Clorinda, that was not at that time Marchioness of Bexbury, went with child, she loved Mama so much, and thought that she would make a much better mother than she would, and I should be in a family with loving brothers and sisters, that she gave me to her –

Hannah frowned a little. But one could see that Lady Bexbury and the elder Ferrabys had quite the finest affection between them, that Lady Bexbury and Lady Ferraby were an entire model of fine female friendship –

- but indeed, part of the plan for this Grand Tour was that so she and I might spend some time alone together, and that she might tell me all this – though sure she had some hesitation, 'twas not until we were come unto Naples that she brought herself to come out with it. And – o, I do not know, mayhap 'tis possible your own mama has told you somewhat of how matters were before Aunty Clorinda married the Marquess? – but indeed I could see why she might suppose it the better course.

I was a deal put about at first, Flora went on, but then I thought what a fine upbringing I had, how much I love Mama and Papa, and how loving Aunty Clorinda always showed to me and to the others, would come romp in the nursery when we were little &C.

Hannah smiled. Would come be your tiger, and your wombatt. She squeezed Flora and Flora squeezed back.

But – o, there is more that happened, and things I should wish talk over with you, but sure I do not wish to drown you. Might we convoke here again in a day or so?

One did not often hear Flora so hesitant in making a request. Hannah kissed her friend, her other self, and said, tomorrow, do you wish.

And, said Flora, I should wish to hear all that you have been about.

Hannah smiled and said, sure ‘twas arranging flowers, and keeping the library in order, and a deal of reading. Little enough to tell.

'Tis not what I hear! – that Mr MacDonald goes lecture at the college in Gower Street, and that he practises over what he will say with you, sure, my darling, you are entirely acquiring a university education.

Hannah felt herself blushing. Why, I do not think the matter is beyond the feminine intellect; and indeed we have much fine talk of history and philosophy and the progress of the natural sciences.

We must speak further of this, said Flora in her old downright manner, but indeed I must go dress, for the entire family comes dine, save of course for Josh

Do I not know it! Mama is entirely about seeing that everyone’s favourite dish is served.

Hannah watched Flora scamper away, climbing down entirely in her old hoyden-girl fashion and not as if she was a fine young lady of fashion that had travelled and was being (was Julius right in so thinking) being wooed by a duke’s son.

She sighed, and more slowly made the descent herself.

So, it used to be that we hadn’t upgraded to Windows 10 because our IT department hadn’t cleared it as “secure” enough (it’s not that it wasn’t secure, it just hadn’t gone through the security affirmation process). Now apparently it is, since they upgraded me to 10. I’ve never really had 10; I decided not to upgrade my personal laptop, though for a while the laptop I used for travel had it. 

I know this is just me getting older, but I am weirdly suspicious not of Windows 10 as a system but of the Windows 10 aesthetic. Everything is too smooth and square. Things that should be rounded are pointy and things that should be pointy are rounded. Everything is well-animated and in soothing pastel greys. 

I come from an era where computers weren’t even MEANT to be soothing, where it was just accepted that they would challenge you visually as well as implicitly. And I’m not saying we should go back to a Windows 3.0 aesthetic or anything, I don’t want computers to be difficult, I’m just saying. It’s…

It’s quiet. Too quiet. 

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Raxdell House was positively humming with excited anticipation.

Hannah Clorinda Roberts looked beyond the flowers she was arranging in a vase on the windowsill, out of the window. It was a lovely late spring day. Her father and her brother Julius were about the gardens – as if anything needed doing to improve upon their perfection.

She stepped back, looked at the flowers, and stepped forward again to make a slight adjustment to one of the lilies.

There were footsteps coming down the stairs.

Why, Hannah, do you have fresh flowers at every landing? Excellent fine they are too.

Gervase Reveley, Viscount Raxdell, her parent’s employer, smiled down at her. You must be glad at Flora’s return, he said.

Hannah bobbed and smiled and nodded, although she was not sure – was she glad? Flora had been away so very many months, must have had so many experiences during her Grand Tour: could it be the same between them? Flora had wanted Hannah to accompany her, but there had been – difficulties.

Lord Raxdell proceeded down the next flight, still an athletic figure although his dark hair was now lightly frosted, as Hannah watched him go.

She knew how very – out of the common – her situation was. The child of servants, even were they not merely upper servants, but the renowned cook Seraphine and the greatly esteemed horticulturalist Elisha Roberts. A sufficient degree of African ancestry to be counted, she reckoned, as quadroon and the same proportion of less-marked French ancestry. Yet her place in this household – more like some dependent relative held in great affection. Educated alongside the Ferraby children, the dear companion of their beloved cherished youngest, Flora.

Hannah made a final scrutiny of the flowers, shrugged, and went to the place that would always calm and soothe her spirits, the library. She did not need to take out a book and read: just being there made her feel – in the right place. Which was, she thought, somewhat incongruous. And yet, it was her place. It was the place where she undertook the useful task of making sure the books were where they were supposed to be, of keeping the volumes of the catalogue up to date: and where she had learnt the skills of finding things out, where to look things up, and writing things down.

Mr MacDonald was already there: he looked up, his habitually severe expression softening at the sight of her. Hannah – you look quite the calmest creature in this house today.

She sighed. 'Tis a delusion, she said. I am as agitated as any, that is why I come here to address myself to work.

I am in much the same state, he confessed, and also find it answers to be out from underfoot, while there is a deal of domestic activity in train.

Indeed there is, as if all was not already in order. But I daresay 'tis even worse at Lady Bexbury’s own house.

Oh, indubitably. Anyone would suppose she was one of those sticklers that will most immediate note the one speck of dust or the single spot that is not properly polished.

Hannah frowned. Is it not – not for her, or rather, 'tis done not because she would in the least complain but to provide the appropriate setting? (She had spent quite a lot of time in the past months considering over the phenomenon that was Lady Bexbury and her effect upon her intimates and her wider circles.)

Mr MacDonald broke into one of his rare and delightful grins and said, Sure you hit it off! We all undertake things to express our welcome, in our own particular fashion – for my part, I have a deal of books and journals that I have kept by for her, Gervase – His Lordship – has made sure that that Melusine has been given exercize as well as being well-groomed, Mrs Ferraby makes sure all is swept and garnished, your mother prepares her favourite dishes, your father and Julius ensure the gardens look their best – how else may all show how very pleased they are to have her back?

But, he said, I daresay your own particular feeling is for Flora’s return?

She sat down, and clasped her hands before her upon the library table, and swallowed against the lump in her throat. I daresay, she said at length, she will have changed.

There was a moment’s silence. And have you yourself stayed entire the same? asked Mr MacDonald.

Oh, said Hannah. Of course she had changed. Just because she had stayed in the same place did not mean she had remained frozen as Flora had left her. There had been these hours in the library, the conversations and arguments – she had been acquiring an education that, did she consider upon the matter, and think of what she had been told of Oxford and Cambridge, was very likely superior to that acquired by many that could write BA after their names.

He cleared his throat, removed and polished his spectacles, replaced them, and said, I shall greatly miss our convocations – sure you have an excellent mind and the finest apprehension.

Hannah felt tears come to her eyes. Why, she said, must they cease? There is still so much I have to learn.

'Tis the like case with all: happy are those that know it. Sure I do not think you will give up study – but you and Flora were ever the inseparables. It must make some difference.

Hannah wrinkled her nose. O, Flora will be going about in Society, and being presented, and there will be suitors, I doubt not, both for her own merits and as a daughter of a wealthy and influential family. 'Tis a world where I may not follow her. I am sure I shall still have many hours to give to the library. But mayhap I should be thinking about finding a place - though indeed I am educated beyond my station. Oh, I daresay I might go out as a governess, though there must be few families would want one of my dark complexion –

Are there not, said Mr MacDonald, families of a like heritage that have gone prosper in the world and would desire educate their daughters to their own new station –

Oh, belike! Yet I do not feel in myself any desire to be a governess – sure one hears it may be a hard and miserable life, I confide that few are in that happy condition Mrs Lowndes enjoyed, but also I do not have that paedogogic inclination that she manifests.

Have you never thought that you might earn a living by your pen?

What!

Have you not already published articles and criticism in The Intelligencer? I assure you, Mr Lowndes does not make space in his pages out of charity.

Oh, but –

He smiled and said, For if our virtues did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike, as if we had them not.

I mind, said Hannah, that the gentleman to whom that exhortation was expressed showed one of very corrupted virtue.

Does not mean that the sentiment itself is wrong.

Well, said Hannah at length, I will think on’t. For sure I would rather teach through words in print than before a classroom.

Entire my own sentiment!

But indeed, she went on, there is a deal of different 'twixt placing an occasional piece in The Intelligencer, and earning a living by one’s pen.

Mr MacDonald looked thoughtful. I daresay you will have heard of that very enlightened course of action that Mr – I mean, Sir Josiah, as we must now style him – undertook, concerning settling an allowance on his daughters as well as his sons, rather than laying the money by to swell some husband’s purse –

Even, said Hannah with a little quirk of her lips, did Bess and Meg go marry almost precipitate!

Even so, they were not obliged to do so, and in their matrimonial ventures, were able to follow their hearts. But what I come at, and mayhap 'tis entire interfering of me, is that besides the very fine places your parents have here, they have that interest in the factory that makes pickles and preserves from Seraphine and Euphemia’s receipts, were able send Julius about that Grand Tour with his friends, pay the premium to apprentice Joseph to an apothecary, I apprehend that there is some likelihood that Daniel will be educated for the ministry –

Hannah wrinkled her nose. May be just some boyish notion, she said.

- why should they not provide you with a competence that might support you while you went build up a connexion for your writing? I am sure they would do the like were you a boy.

But I am not a boy.

(She doubted that her brothers received anything like the exhortations and warnings about beguilement that her mother had addressed to her, ever since she came to womanhood. She was suddenly not to go help Josh Ferraby in his menagerie, must not do this or that. It was exceeding tiresome, and she had supposed that some fear of foreign seducers lay behind Seraphine’s determined refusal of Flora’s pleas to Hannah to accompany her upon her Grand Tour.)

She could see that Mr MacDonald was about to begin perorate upon the topic of the inequitable treatment of women, but at that moment one of the footmen entered to say, Lady Bexbury and Miss Ferraby’s carriage just comes in to the stableyard.

Oh! cried Hannah, I daresay all are drawn up ready to greet 'em; let us go at once.

Indeed let us go most expeditious.

All were already greeting the arrivals as they emerged from the carriage: Flora embracing her parents, followed by Lady Bexbury embracing Lady Ferraby and shaking hands with Sir Josiah, taking both of His Lordship’s hands and smiling up into his face.

As Flora moved to make her curtesy to His Lordship, and then to embrace Mrs Lowndes, she was looking around her with a little frown.

O, she cried, picking her skirts and quite running across the yard, Hannah, Hannah, o, I have missed you so, I thought mayhap you were away.

Merely lingering in the library, said Hannah, feeling her spectacles misting. Oh, Flora, you are looking exceeding well.

Sure I am glad to hear it, for we had quite the horridest Channel crossing.

And so fine dressed!

Why, am I in company with Lady Bexbury, do not wish to look like a poor relation or hired companion. But, o, Hannah, I have such a deal to tell you.

What, more than was in those fat letters you sent me?

Indeed there were matters I did not wish to put into letters, but to tell you to your face.

Hannah looked at Flora. She minded that Julius had remarked that when he and his friends had run into Lady Bexbury and Flora upon their travels, Lord Sallington had seemed considerable taken with Flora. Was a fine match in prospect, with the likelihood of some day being a Duchess?

Flora looked around. Lady Ferraby was already beginning to urge them indoors where a collation had been laid. Why, must go do the dutiful first, but might we not foregather in the old secret place upon the roof, later?

Hannah nodded. So, whatever it was, was not yet something that Flora wished to announce publicly.

So, I think someone high up in management at my institution got hacked last year or something, since in the past year we have developed some serious paranoia regarding data security. Not to say that data security isn’t important or that I dislike the changes, I think they are for the most part sensible, but we went from like, zero to Steranko-System-in-Leverage in the course of a month or two. 

The latest development is a mysterious edict that we all have to leave our computers at work but logged out tonight so that they can “encrypt” our computers somehow – I assume it’s some kind of software they’re going to install, but there’s been a dearth of information over what exactly this Encryption Of Computers entails. Furthermore, I was told that my computer is incompatible with encryption (loose lips sink ships, laptop!) so it will have to be wiped completely and upgraded. Which I’m fine with, all my work is on a network drive anyway and I just had to remember to move a few files. 

But my laptop apparently heard them and knows it’s being wiped. Yesterday the flash stopped working and today my Outlook has decided to neither send nor receive any email. Additionally, a retail clothing website just broke Firefox so hard it no longer allows me to log into anything. 

What I’m saying is that this laptop is going down swinging, and I kind of admire its fighting spirit, but goddamn, could it not have waited until the end of the workday so I wouldn’t have to use Microsoft Webmail to do the last two hours of business today. 

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They walked slowly back towards the villa in silence. Lady Bexbury was conversing of novels with a well-looking fellow of middle years, that to Beauf’s astonishment spoke English with a somewhat Cockney accent though he was as bronzed as any Neapolitan. She made introductions and Beauf apprehended that this was Traversini’s dear companion. Should be entire ecstatic, said Lady Bexbury, would you stay to dine the e’en. Although Beauf felt that all he wanted to do was to return to Naples and brood in his room, or if Julius was around, tell him what had passed, he could not refuse.

Sure it was a very fine dinner, especial had they not been expecting any company. When they had finished, and night had fallen, Lady Bexbury offered that the sight of fireflies among the olive trees was most exceeding pretty, why did Flora not take His Lordship to see 'em? Flora bit her lip, then smiled and said, sure 'tis indeed the prettiest thing, let us go view 'em. And somehow, as they walked towards the olive grove, their hands found one another. Over there, said Flora, that quite menacing red glow? 'Tis the burning mountain Vesuvius: here are lesser fires.

She gestured towards the little sparks of light darting among the olive trees. Indeed 'twas a most exquisite pretty sight. He turned towards Flora and saw his own pleasure mirrored on her face. Mayhap it was the romantic setting; mayhap the excellent wine they had drunk had somewhat to do with it; but he put his arms around her and kissed her as no decent man should kiss a respectable young women before they had reached an understanding. And Flora kissed him back as no respectable young woman should kiss a man that had not already spoke to her papa.

At length they drew away from one another. Beauf began stammering an apology: oh, fie, said Flora, you must have apprehended that I too was quite overcome. She looked down at the ground. 'Twas most exceeding pleasant, I liked it quite extremely, should greatly desire to do it again: but, dearest Beauf, 'twould not be right. I hope, said Beauf, I should not take advantage of your kindness - Flora looked up with a bewitching smile and said, sure I have the greatest confidence in your honour. But m – my godmother has conveyed to me certain matters concerning the sexes –

And, said Flora, drawing herself up and looking like a small Valkyrie, I daresay there are those would condemn her for sullying my maiden innocence or some such nonsense, but I find myself in entire agreement with her that 'tis a shocking thing the way young women are kept in ignorance of matters so very material to their lives and happiness. Why, said Beauf, I fancy my stepmother would be in agreement with such arguments. And when one goes ponder over the topic, 'twould at least be prudent were young women given some warning concerning how some men carry on.

Flora gave another of her enchanting smiles and said, but she avers that young women should also be informed about their own natures: and that they should know that they may find that there is a traitor within the citadel that undermines their resistance to a siege. Beauf looked at her and considered upon this – was it a confession? – that she too felt ardours that might lead them into most improper conduct together. Indeed, Flora said more soberly, I come to an apprehension of her meaning. But she says, too, that does not always import for better for worse &C.

We had better, said Flora, be returning to the villa. She sighed. Flora, said Beauf, dearest Flora, at least say that I may speak again, when we are back in Town and not beguiled by romantic surroundings. She sighed again. You may, dearest Beauf: perchance we may find that 'twas entirely a glamour and you may go find one more apt to duchessing than I. I do not think so, he said. In all our travels have seen none that moves me as much as you. Flora made a little noise, almost a sob, and then turned towards the villa.

The coachman was mayhap a little displeased at being routed out from the kitchen and flirtatious conversation with the buxom Giulia, no hag-like sorceress. But he went ready the horses, and Beauf took his leave of Lady Bexbury and Alf, bowed over Flora’s hand. As he mounted to the carriage, and it began to drive away, he glimpsed, through a window, the fleeting sight of Flora kneeling by her godmother’s chair, her head in her lap, Lady Bexbury stroking the golden curls. Beauf thought that he would have welcomed an attack by banditti as a distraction from his troubled thoughts.

There were no untoward happenings on the road back to Naples. At their lodgings, he found Julius alone – he had not expected Bobbie to be in, but Quintus had regular habits. Is a dinner of some medical club or such, said Julius, seeing Beauf look around, that Quintus was invited to. But, dear friend, you look troubled. Oh, Julius, sighed Beauf, going to sit beside him upon the chaise-longue, indeed I am troubled, for Flora – was’t another woman I would say, goes play the coquette, but 'tis not Flora’s way – Julius put an arm around Beauf in the old way.

Beauf rested his head upon Julius’ shoulder, thinking of all the times they had comforted one another. He was blessed in having such a friend. Surely marriage, especially marriage to Flora, whose own dearest friend was Julius’ sister Hannah, would not come between? Julius remarked that he was going to see a very fine garden the morrow, would Beauf care to come? Indeed he had not seen so much of Julius lately, would be most agreeable to spend time in one another’s company. That would be exceeding pleasant, he said, do you desire my company. How not, said Julius, smiling.

Because I am me, I systematized my home search as much as I could – I have a spreadsheet in google that has not just my list of Best, Acceptable, and Totally Unacceptable buildings in it but also my mortgage calculator from the bank and various other financial stuff. I also went into the top few real estate websites (primarily Zillow and Estately) and set several different searches to be sent to my non-fandom inbox, where they were then filtered into a Housing folder (different from my other Housing folder, which has all my documents/communications with my realtor). 

Now I’m looking at my Housing folder which constantly has new emails in it and wishing there was just an “I BOUGHT A HOME, YOUR SERVICES ARE NOW IN VAIN” button I could press to notify all of those sites that no, really, I seriously do not anymore need your Real Estate Tips And Tricks newsletter anymore. 

Fortunately changing my address everywhere won’t be the nightmare my mum always complains it is, because I also have a spreadsheet of every website I’ve ever built a login for, and I just go through the spreadsheet (also it’s an excellent opportunity to delete my account from sites I never use). 

I’ve rarely lived anywhere for more than five years, and my phone number was deeply unstable for a while for similar reasons, but it’s a small wonder our generation prefers email to most other forms of communication – after all, my gmail addresses have been stable now for more than ten years. 

I believe I have now been Copperbadge On Social Media for longer than I have ever lived in any single residence. 

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No doubt Lady Bexbury apprehended something of his reason for the visit: very shortly she said, I daresay you have come see Flora. At present I confide she goes walk in the olive groves – Alone? cried Beauf. La, she is as safe here as she would be at home. There will be none to come trouble her: 'tis most exceeding useful to have a cook in the place that is give out a strega and able to cast heavy curses upon trespassers &C, even is Giulia not so powerful a one as Guiseppina, that was her aunt, used to be.

Beauf blinked: he would have liked to know more of the matter – surely Lady Bexbury did not believe in witchcraft? 'Tis a useful superstition, she said smiling. But away to the olive groves – she waved in their direction. He bowed over his hand and went where she pointed. Sure olive trees were a very picturesque sight – he wondered whether there were artists had painted them – but even more delightful was the sight of Flora Ferraby, in a becoming light gown, a wide-brimmed hat upon her head, carrying a parasol. Why, Beauf! she cried, almost running towards him. Such a pleasure.

Flora dropped her parasol and clasped his hands in hers. Sure 'tis good to see you, she said. And are the others here as well? They remain at Naples, he said, looking down at her: perchance she had neglected one day to carry her parasol or put on her hat, for she was a little browned by the sun: however unfashionable, 'twas exceeding becoming. But, she said, tell me all of what you have been at, for Quintus’ letters only recount such and such an operation he saw, or some anatomical demonstration he attended. We have been here some while.

So, finding her hand remaining in his, he walked with her among the olive trees and told her of their adventures since Venice. But, he said, did she not go about a good deal in Society at Naples? He had been surprized to hear no reports of the bella signorina Ferraby and sighings over her. La, said Flora, we live here most agreeable quiet, sure I became somewhat jaded with the pursuit of pleasure, and sure these Italians are excessive amorous and given to jealousy, 'tis exceeding tiresome when they brangle over whether I go favour one more than another.

But is it not a little dull? Beauf asked. As I collect you have no great interest in painting water-colours, that one might well wish to undertake in such fine scenery did one have the skill. Indeed 'tis not, said Flora. My dear – my godmother is quite the finest company, there is an excellent fine library with a deal of English books in the place, Marcello is entire happy to escort me on excursions to classical antiquities &C – fie, I suppose I should say Signor Traversini, but I catch the habit of informality from Her Ladyship’s old acquaintance of him.

Also, she went on, there is excellent fine conversation of an e’en: Marcello and Alf are quite the greatest friends of Mr MacDonald, in constant correspondence, sure 'tis good serious discourse such as I have been feeling the want of. For from early years I was used to hear Papa and Mama and their company talk of matters in Parliament, and questions of business, and it feels home-like. And oh, have you heard? Papa goes be knighted. Entire well-deserved, said Beauf, my father the Duke holds him in quite the greatest esteem. Oh, 'tis an entire mutual esteem, said Flora.

Beauf looked down at Flora. He had seen more beautiful women, women with all the feminine arts of flirtation, but none of them had affected him as Flora did. Oh Flora, he said, I find myself in an ever-increasing fondness for you, sure I cannot suppose my father would make a deal of a fuss whosoever my choice lighted upon, he is not that kind, but I confide he would welcome a closer union with your family, there could be no objection, indeed I hazard 'twould delight my stepmother. Dear Flora, I should be honoured would you be my wife.

Flora dropped her head and gazed at the ground, and let her hand slip out of his. Oh Beauf, she said after what seemed like an exceeding lengthy silence, sure I am entire aware of the great honour you do me, and indeed I find myself in great liking towards you. But, she said, and then paused again. I know, she began again, that 'tis considered quite the highest achievement of a young lady to attach a fellow of your rank; but – oh, dearest Beauf – 'tis that matter of rank and being a Duchess in due course, gives me pause.

Why, you could not but adorn such a position, cried Beauf. Indeed, replied Flora, I hope that did it come to it I should do all that was proper: but I am in some concern that I should find it most immense tedious. There are duties and responsibilities, and sure I think some of 'em I could contrive to quite well. But I think of all the doing the polite, and making agreeable, and sure I do not attain to have my – godmother’s capacity to smile upon bores and laugh at weak jests, I entire lack her skills of diplomacy.

I see, said Beauf, that I have come about the matter very abrupt – 'twas not thus that I meant to proceed, but it has been on my mind ever since Venice, that I have seen no woman that I like so much as you and that I should desire to be wedlocked with. Flora gave him a wistful little smile and said that sure they were still yet young and perchance 'twas an entire glamour cast by these romantic parts, and mayhap did they go look at one another on a chill foggy day in Town, 'twould be another tale.

Julius had always been there, from the days of the Raxdell House nursery-set. It had been Julius to whom he had disclosed, weeping, how very dreadful he had found his early days at Eton. They had shared boyish explorations of their changing bodies. But that was – according to the way of boys, was it not? not continued into maturity. And yet: had not his father spoken to him of the exceeding cruelty of the law regarding the carnal commerce of man with man? And the terrible popular prejudices that affected the ability to alter that law? So there were fellows –

It was somewhere between a joke and a proverb among their circle that, did you find yourself in puzzlement about anything that was a matter to do with people and the relations between them, the person to apply to for enlightenment was Lady Bexbury. If she did not see at once what was ado, she had an uncanny capacity to find out. He should ask her, when next he went to take tea at their lodgings: but preferably when Flora was elsewhere. Even if Flora had often snorted about the ridiculous desire of Society to keep young women entire innocent.

La, said Lady Bexbury, pouring Beauf tea, sure I have known Marcello this age, was a protégé of the late Marquess my husband, had him educated &C. And indeed he is of the disposition, that is what we say for fellows that incline to their own sex – though there are some that will incline to both - but he would not do any harm to a fellow; has a dear companion that remains at their villa near Naples. Would not force himself upon one unwilling. 'Tis entire the case that such fellows may manifest quite the finest mutual affection.

What Beauf could not ask Lady Bexbury – not yet, it might come to it – was why he, himself, should feel something very like unto jealousy at how very impressed Julius showed with Marcello Traversini? Perchance it was because he had always supposed himself Julius’ preferred friend just as Julius was his. But lately it seemed that Julius was ever about some expedition with the Italian, showing little interest in the various doings of Beauf and the others. But, he thought, we all go our own ways: sure Quintus has the entrée to dissections &C, that one would not wish to attend.

As a result of these puzzlings, Beauf had not made any declaration to Flora by the time all came to depart from Venice. Their paths lay in different directions, but all would remeet in due course in Naples. Julius showed some inclination to go with Lady Bexbury’s party, but then minded that he had the entrée to see certain gardens, and introductions to horticulturalists and botanists that 'twould be uncivil to cut. Beauf recollected what his stepmother would say about sorting her thoughts and giving matters time and determined to see how time and absence affected his feelings for Flora.

Although there were further adventures and escapades while travelling south, Beauf did not find himself forgetting Flora or dismissing their time together in Venice as a mere flirtation, inspired by the romantic spirit of the place. Rather he found himself considering that there were entire prudential arguments for the match. While the Ferrabys were not of aristocratic stock, they were wealthy, very well-thought-of, widely received in Society: Lord Nuttenford had had no objections to Harry’s suit to his youngest sister. They were quite the greatest friends of his own parents. His stepmother would delight in such a lively intelligent daughter-in-law.

It almost came to a quarrel one day betwixt Beauf and Bobbie, when the latter remarked thoughtfully that not only did one confide that Miss Ferraby would come exceeding well-dowered, surely Lady Bexbury was likely to do something very handsome for her god-daughter. They might have come to blows but that Quintus offered to take Bobbie to see some collection of medical curiosities to which he had the entrée, and Julius drew Beauf aside to walk in a fine garden that Traversini’s recommendation had opened to him. Beauf fumed to the sympathetic ear about how very vulgar Bobbie sometimes showed.

The quarrel was made up: one could not keep up a quarrel with Bobbie, he was too easy-going, but nonetheless Beauf felt somewhat of a reserve towards him for his remarks. Even had Flora herself commented so very disdainfully on Bobbie’s conversation, or lack of it. Indeed he could not imagine her inclining to him however fine a dancer she thought him. He was in some mind to endeavour to sound out the matter with Quintus, who might know somewhat of his sister’s mind, but something held him back. It was too early to put the matter into definite words.

At last they came to Naples. Beauf found himself chafing against the reception they received into Society there, the necessity to go do the polite, the asking after parents and family and old friends in Bella Londra. Sure ‘twas all most exceeding hospitable and kind, but yet he found himself in a considerable impatience to go visit Lady Bexbury at the late Marquess’s fine villa, without making it into a general excursion. Bobbie had already found a congenial set to frolic with, Quintus had savants of medicine to discourse with; and Traversini had come to welcome Julius to the city.

But in due course he was able to take a carriage out of the city and along through exceeding fine views of the bay and the volcano, to the very fine villa Bexbury. On his arrival he found Lady Bexbury reclining in a chair upon the terrace, scribbling at somewhat on her traveling desk. He dared say that she was still obliged to keep a hand upon the various philanthropic enterprizes she was associated in. La, Lord Sallington! she cried. Entire delightful! Come have some refreshment. Even in his impatience to see Flora, he could not resist that famed charm.

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([personal profile] pinesandmaples Oct. 14th, 2017 03:01 am)
At 32, there are all of these things I know to be true about myself bubbling up that just make so much sense. They are so congruent with the core of how I know myself to be. They align with the vision of my future that I had at 15-16-17, and they are so very right.

But all of these wee truths are socially opposite and counterintuitive to the norms that we hold dear in this world. Things like wanting separate bedrooms when I live with a lover (but being very okay with sharing beds) or living in a house that allows for lots of social contact instead of leaving my house to find it.

I find myself enjoying my own company more and more as long as I can also step into social situations when I need the warm embrace of known company. But I also like walking into a large event by myself. Just me. Only me.

There is a sense of completeness that I am enjoying these days. All of these smaller actions are me, being complete and whole as myself. The smaller completenesses allow me to be in relationships, in friendships, in community.

Everyone says that your 30s is a time of revelation and wholeness, but I didn't believe it. I am so glad to be here, now. (I'm also astoundingly grateful I am not here with children. I cannot imagine how different the world would be if I were doing this journey of discovery as a parent instead of as a single person, building a better me. Hashtag selfish.)
Last year, for whatever reason, I was in a bad place mentally around this time and I missed Yuletide sign-ups. I was really devastated because I've been participating since (I think) 2008 and that's a long time to commit to an annual thing and then miss it.

What I did last year, and what you can do, is stuff like this:

  • Sign up for the pinch hit list. If an existing writer drops out of the exchange, their assignment will go out as a pinch hit, meaning someone else can offer to write it. There's more about pinch hitting here.
  • Check out the Dear Yuletide Writer letter list for prompts you find appealing, and write a treat (minimum 1000 words) for someone. Can't do 1K? Hit up that treat link and scroll down to Yuletide Madness for details on how to write for that subcollection. Don't feel like clicking through pages of comments? Spreadsheet! Don't feel like searching the spreadsheet? There's an app for that!!! (This is new, I'm so excited.)
  • Not so into writing, but you like betaing and know some rare fandoms? This post has ways you can help out!
  • Not even sure what this whole Yuletide thing is? Check out the 2017 FAQ!

They looked where Bobbie pointed and observed two golden-haired ladies, dressed entirely proper and carrying parasols, accompanied by an Italian-looking fellow. Hah! cried Quintus, 'tis Aunty Clo – I mean, the exquisite Lady Bexbury, and our Flora, that attract attention. I know not who that fellow is with 'em, though. Mayhap some hired cicerone? But let us go make ourselves known to them. They made their way through the crowds to where Lady Bexbury and her god-daughter looked into a shop-window, carefully guarded by their companion. He showed some disposition to shoo Quintus and his friends away, as Flora turned smiling.

Quintus! What, not walking the wards but disporting yourself in Venice? Beauf stared: 'twas a good number of years since they were in the Raxdell House nursery-set, and having the great treat of Lady Bexbury come among 'em to play tigers. (Did a fellow no harm at all to be able to boast of that.) But then he had been sent away to school, and then to Oxford, and saw Flora much less frequently: the last time at a Christmas party at Raxdell House, he an obnoxious arrogant sprig, he confided, and she a hoyden not come to her looks.

But they collected their manners, and all bowed over Lady Bexbury’s hand, and then Flora’s, and were introduced to Signor Traversini – is’t not entire fortunate, remarked Lady Bexbury, that Signor Traversini, that looks after my estate at Naples, found himself obliged to come convoke with certain savants of agrarian reform in these parts? The Signor declared that he was entire enchanted to be able to do Her Ladyship this service. Sure, he added, scowling, there are a deal of rogues and cheats haunt this city, would endeavour go beguile English miladies. He spoke English excellent well, but for an accent.

Oh! cried Julius, Signor Traversini that has made such remarkable improvements in grafting vines? Sure I should most greatly like to have some discourse with you, sir. Traversini looked at him and a warm smile quite transfigured his well-cut features. Why, Mr Roberts, he said, 'twould be entire agreeable to me. I hazard, he went on, you are some connexion of Hector’s? Julius gave a brief outline of the relationship, as Traversini asked about Hector and Euphemia, that he confided Julius had seen more recently than Her Ladyship or Sophy had. A sudden sympathy 'twixt the two began to manifest.

Had he not been so delighted by the pleasures and distractions of Venice, Beauf thought that he might have somewhat have resented the degree to which Julius became taken up with Traversini, but 'twas somewhat of a relief that Julius had found a fellow-spirit, one, moreover, that was able to take him about various places upon the mainland. Quintus had found those of his profession that he might debate matters with, Bobbie was ever able to find entertainment, and Beauf – had offered to escort Lady Bexbury and her god-daughter to see various collections of art where he had the entrée.

Lady Bexbury was, of course, the most exquisite and charming of women, as all quite universally agreed. It could only benefit Flora Ferraby to be taken about by her and to have that example in front of her. Flora had indeed grown into a fine handsome young woman, her features a more feminine version of Quintus’s, but even with youth upon her side she could hardly rival Lady Bexbury. She was also inclined to be contentious and contradictory, though when Beauf took time to consider what she had said, he did concede that she often had the right of it.

He ought to confess, that even when he did not agree that she was entirely right, there was something in what Flora said. For it was not some puritanical Evangelical objection that she took to certain paintings – would even praise the technique and the composition &C – but why, she sighed, were there so many ladies painted in a state of nature or very lightly draped? Lady Bexbury gave her adorable musical giggle and said, La, 'tis give out symbolical, or so Sir Zoffany told me many years ago; but indeed, one might wish gaze upon some symbolical fellows as well.

Beauf and Flora did not spend all their time arguing: they were in entire agreement over the ludicrous sight of stout opera singers, while admiring the exquisite sounds that emerged from those corpulent forms. They danced exceeding well together at an immense number of balls, masquerades and parties of pleasure. And he had found insipid misses squeaking yes and no tiresome indeed. There was really no need for him to begin thinking of marriage just yet: his father in quite the finest health, two thriving younger half-brothers. And yet – there could be no objection to an alliance with the Ferrabys.

Flora even seemed to show Beauf some preference, complaining upon fellows that had no conversation, for, she remarked, telling me how fine my eyes are &C cannot be considered conversation. And neither, she added, is Bobbie telling me how well he did at the tables t’other e’en, For though Bobbie had of course found the entrée to a fast set, that included by report some very fine and accommodating ladies, he also showed some notion towards Flora. Quintus, she went on, may talk at length on some very horrid medical matters, but at least it is good sensible interesting stuff.

Beauf stood on the balcony smoking, looking out at the moonlit vista and pondering whether 'twas premature to make any declaration to Flora. He looked down and saw Traversini and Julius coming along the calle, and pausing by the entrance to the building. Traversini laid a light hand upon Julius’ shoulder; Julius looked up at him. Beauf drew in a breath. In the moonlight Traversini was of an almost haunting masculine beauty. Julius – he could not say whether or not Julius was good-looking: from childhood he had been his greatest friend, his face was dear and loved from long acquaintance.

The owners of the condo I offered on have accepted my offer at $180K, with the only condition that they will do no repairs or remodels before I take possession. 

*head between knees*

GONNA BE A HOMEOWNER.

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([personal profile] camwyn Oct. 12th, 2017 08:18 am)
AAAAAGH

Boston Medical Center, I appreciate your desire to reach the general public with messages encouraging folks with breasts to show up for mammograms, esp. since this is October and that means Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

But could you PLEASE not do it with ads on Pandora where you have your mammogram machine (which sounds like a middle-aged white woman named Pam or Kimberly or something) sing breast-themed versions of Salt-N-Pepa music into someone's answering machine? I'm allowed to listen to Pandora at work, but I keep having to scramble to hit the mute button on my computer because it goes from nice shapeless calming ambient to LET'S TALK ABOUT BREAST HEALTH PLEASE, LET'S TALK ABOUT-

grhbghghagsdhghsdghs;dfh.

I succeeded to my uncle, explained the Duke of Mulcaster, which is why I do not sport the ancient name of former Dukes: it was always given to the eldest son, and then to his. Indeed, apart from the tradition in the matter, I am glad of it, for it was not only repetitious but somewhat quaint. He never married – devoted his life to the duties of his rank and to connoisseurship: his feeling for art was widely acclaimed. He turned Nitherholme into the showplace it is, with the aid of Julius – now Sir Julius – Roberts; now quite surpasses Qualling.

Beaufoyle, Baron Sallington, heir to the Duke of Mulcaster, lay back on the stone bench and looked up at the sky. Out of view he could hear Julius, his best friend, whistling softly as he examined the roses, which were not blooming as they should this summer, so the head gardener had gone begging to Raxdell House to see if Elisha Roberts or his son could solve the mystery. He picked up the little volume of his father’s memoir of the mother he had never known, now that he had mastered his feelings and was no longer like to weep.

He could not have had a kinder or more affectionate stepmother, the only mother he had ever known. But his father had suddenly remarked, just the other day, what a look he had of dear Kitty. He had gone to look at the portrait of her, and then into the mirror, and indeed, he was like her. He was also like her in his love for art. While lessons with Raoul de Clérault had convinced him he would never be an artist, it was admitted that he had an eye, and since childhood he had loved the famed Mulcaster collection.

A more cacophonous whistling announced Bobbie Wallace. How now, Beauf! (The family still used the nursery name of Essie; old Etonian acquaintances called him Sally. Real friends, such as the old Raxdell House nursery set, now called him Beauf.) Julius! Pa has put it to me that I might care to do the Grand Tour, and why should we not go together? There will be paintings for you, fine gardens for Julius, and I am sure I shall contrive to entertain myself. The only objection is that he makes mutterings about employing some bear-leader to keep us out of mischief –

Why, Beauf sat up, is there no older, responsible fellow might be of our party? At which exact moment came through the gate into the walled garden Dr Quintus Ferraby, to cries of, how now sawbones! How many have you put in their grave today? Just the fellow! said Bobbie, all consider him sober and responsible, an entire good influence, do you not desire undertake the Grand Tour, Quintus? Indeed, replied Quintus, greatly envy Flora that her godmother takes about the Continent. There are a deal of hospitals and asylums one would wish visit, attend lectures of learned professors –

His friends groaned at the prospect of such worthy enterprize. But it was entirely true that their families considered Quintus Ferraby to be an old head on young shoulders and therefore, was he of the party, it would be unlikely they would impose some tedious fellow upon them. Julius? said Beauf, looking round to where Julius was poking thoughtfully into the soil about the rose-bushes. Julius stood up, remarking that 'twould be a fine thing to see those famed gardens on the Continent, visit certain noted botanists, &C. The sunlight catching the tight black curls of hair struck glints of reddish-gold.

Beauf thought that he would not care to go unless Julius was of the party. Julius smiled at him and said, his papa had a fine book of engravings of gardens that Her Ladyship gave him: he was inclined to think he would approve of this excursion, as exceeding educational. O, he dared say his mama might fret, but indeed, 'twas not like going to America. They all looked at Julius and Bobbie was the first to remark that sure, one might take you for a Spaniard or an Italian, indeed, are there not Frenchmen as dark? They all nodded.

The proposal was approved among their families with amazing rapidity. There was a deal of writing of letters of introduction, as well as Beauf’s father writing to former colleagues in the Diplomatic. And a deal of advice all round. On the packet crossing the Channel they all began to wonder whether this was really such an exciting adventure, but the morning after their arrival, when they woke up in Calais and the sun was shining and there was a fine smell of coffee, they looked around at one another with cheerful smiles. Onward to Paris! cried Bobbie, banging the table.

There were adventures and misadventures across France, Switzerland, several German principalities, Austria, until at last they came to Venice. Beauf had most particularly desired to visit Venice, but it was so private and delicate a longing that he shrank from disclosing it to his friends, or from forcing on the pace of their tour. But he apprehended from his father’s memoir of his late mother, and the letters that Lady Wallace had so kindly shown him, that his mother had been most extreme happy in Venice. He had made his own memorandum of the works she had considered particularly fine.

Julius, he apprehended, was not entire delighted with the place, that as 'twere floated upon the waters, was not rooted upon soil. But there was talk of excursions inland – Padua, that Quintus considered a place of pilgrimage, Verona – though for himself, he could pass weeks and months here, would it not seem eccentrique to do so. He had introductions to certain private collections and to cognoscenti. Today, however, they all paraded in the drawing-room of Europe, St Mark’s Square, before going to take coffee at the Café Florian. Why, said Bobbie, someone over there is causing somewhat of a stir.

I used to be confused, as a child, about why you would buy a new calendar in September – a calendar that would contain September-December and then the entire next year. Because surely you had a calendar that went through the end of the year, no calendar ever ENDS in August. 

But as an adult now I get it, because I keep a private calendar in google docs and I just had to move the October, November, and December tabs into the 2018 calendar since I’m already bookin’ shit out for January and February. At this point, starting in November I’m traveling at least once a month, every month, from November to June, except in May. 

Clearly I better book a trip in May. :D  

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([personal profile] camwyn Oct. 10th, 2017 08:58 am)
So I learned a new wrapping technique from Gayle Bird Designs at Craftsy this weekend.

Turns out it's really fast, and looks awfully fancy into the bargain. )
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([personal profile] copperbadge Oct. 9th, 2017 08:24 am)
Good morning everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Monday!

Ways To Give:

Anon linked to a fundraiser for his great-aunt, who can't afford to pay back-taxes on the house which accrued while her mother was dying. She is elderly and disabled, and raising funds to cover $6K in back taxes she was unaware of when she got the house. You can read more and give at her gofundme.

Anon linked to [tumblr.com profile] geckohq, an autistic disabled trans man whose mother recently passed away and who is now on his own to pay off her bills and cover his own expenses. You can read and reblog here where there is a paypal donation link, and you can check out the amigurumi geckos, dragons, and plushies for sale at his etsy here, including geckos that come in various Pride flag colors.

[personal profile] lizcommotion linked to a fundraiser for Beth, who is trying to pay down medical debt while navigating the labyrinth of applying for disability benefits for her chronic medical conditions. You can read more and give at their YouCaring.

[tumblr.com profile] i-will-not-be-caged linked to a fandom fundraiser organized by [tumblr.com profile] hansbekhart, benefitting ConPRmetios, an organization raising money for long-term relief for victims of Hurricane Maria in Puerto Rico. You can read more and sign up at [community profile] fandomlovespuertorico, or read more and reblog at their tumblr post here.

[personal profile] naamah_darling is raising funds to pay for medical care for a special-needs cat, Smooch, who has just been diagnosed with stage 3 kidney disease. You can read more here, read and reblog here, or give directly at their youcaring.

[tumblr.com profile] rilee16 is struggling to cover medical expenses after two head injuries last year, and has a fundraiser running to cover living expenses, previous medical bills, and a recent rent increase. You can read more and help out here.

Buy Stuff, Help Out:

[personal profile] in_the_bottle is having a moving sale! Right now they have a sofa bed available but the post also has a list of other items which will be available in November (the location is listed as SW6 which I believe is a London-area location). You can check out the post here and she says feel free to PM on DW/LJ/Tumblr or the site link if you're interested or want photos.

And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form. If you're not sure how to proceed, here is a little more about what I do and how you can help (or ask for help!). If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.
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