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Mar. 22nd, 2012 08:29 pmI need to catch up with documenting my life in all the various places I do it, but I seem to be alternatively busy and migrainey, and doing silly things like going all the way over to Derwood just to plant onions, which did actually need planting, but perhaps it was an excuse to drive through the cherry-blossomed streets while playing Mozart's Requiem really loud. (It is not good car music because parts of it are very soft, and my car makes noises. But I needed it.)
The calendar gets checked pretty often these days, as it's hard to believe it's still March; all sorts of stuff is blooming and leafing out that has never done that before this early. What will come of this, I cannot say, but it is hard to harrumph ominously while the weather is so gorgeous. And I ordered a thousandthousand slimy things red wiggler worms yesterday, which is very exciting, at least to me.
We have made a sudden plan to go to South Carolina for spring break, although I can't go for all of it, so I will fly down several days after J. and P. have driven there. Beach house! Charleston! Yay.
Book catch-up: am reading a mystery series by Frank Tallis set in turn-of-the-20th-century Vienna, with a police inspector and a psychologist who are friends and play music together and solve crimes and eat lots of pastry. Good sense of place and attitudes/preoccupations/obsessions; I think one should occasionally get annoyed with characters whose worldview is different from one's own, and I do (especially with regard to Clara. Liebermann: My, she has unexplored depths after all! Me: Well, duh. Why are you marrying her again?) but basically they are both sympathetic dudes who hold my attention and make me want to keep reading. Part of it is context, of course, like the bit in the current book where the killer has painted an oddly-shaped cross in blood on the wall, and you read the description and think and then say "oh shit, it's a swastika." In 1902. And Liebermann (the doctor) is Jewish, and rather Panglossian with it (listen to your dad, Max; he knows what's coming).
More reading before bed. Yes.
The calendar gets checked pretty often these days, as it's hard to believe it's still March; all sorts of stuff is blooming and leafing out that has never done that before this early. What will come of this, I cannot say, but it is hard to harrumph ominously while the weather is so gorgeous. And I ordered a thousand
We have made a sudden plan to go to South Carolina for spring break, although I can't go for all of it, so I will fly down several days after J. and P. have driven there. Beach house! Charleston! Yay.
Book catch-up: am reading a mystery series by Frank Tallis set in turn-of-the-20th-century Vienna, with a police inspector and a psychologist who are friends and play music together and solve crimes and eat lots of pastry. Good sense of place and attitudes/preoccupations/obsessions; I think one should occasionally get annoyed with characters whose worldview is different from one's own, and I do (especially with regard to Clara. Liebermann: My, she has unexplored depths after all! Me: Well, duh. Why are you marrying her again?) but basically they are both sympathetic dudes who hold my attention and make me want to keep reading. Part of it is context, of course, like the bit in the current book where the killer has painted an oddly-shaped cross in blood on the wall, and you read the description and think and then say "oh shit, it's a swastika." In 1902. And Liebermann (the doctor) is Jewish, and rather Panglossian with it (listen to your dad, Max; he knows what's coming).
More reading before bed. Yes.
