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Raccoon of Trill
Mar. 18th, 2020 11:10 pmAnother do-nothing day. I slept very late and have not really felt 100% today. This worries me and makes me obsess more than usual, but my obsessive temperature-taking reveals that my temperature is normal. So all is well. We lived on leftovers most of the week--lentil soup and a meat pie from the freezer. Last night, the Sparrowhawk made corned beef and colcannon for dinner. Tonight he wanted to break into our frozen pizza stash, so we had that, plus a big salad I made with spinach, mixed greens, strawberries, grapes, toasted pecans, and crumbled goat cheese, drizzled with balsamic vinegar and a little oil. We also ate oatmeal raisin cookies, with the result that they are nearly gone now. I think I'll just spend the duration baking cookies and then eating them, and they'll have to roll me out of my social isolation like a beach ball.
What am I reading? Way too much internet, that's what. I admire the Sparrowhawk's ability to detach himself from the world, pick up a book, and just make his way through it. He's re-reading "The Boy's Book of Great Detective Stories," pub. 1938, which is one of the very few books he actually owned as a youth. It's a break from some rather heavy non-fictional reading that he's been doing. I'm still not quite finished with "Italian Days," by Barbara Grizzuti Harrison, which I'm reading in small doses. It's the perfect kind of travel book that I like--thick, discursive, intimate, full of incident and loving description of all of the author's favorite nooks and corners, plus abundant lists of food items. The fact that Italy is a wreck now adds to the poignancy. My research book of the moment is "The Secret History of the World," by Mark Booth. It's very arcane. I love how the author has repurposed what was obviously a negative review to put on his dust jacket: "His universe is full of bizarre theories, entertaining primarily for their weirdness." LOL. It reminds me of when a reviewer said of me, "Nobody can accuse her of being predictable." I don't think it was meant as a compliment, but as my friend the Nonesuch would say, "I took that as a mandate!" I do find weirdness entertaining, so lucky me.
What am I reading? Way too much internet, that's what. I admire the Sparrowhawk's ability to detach himself from the world, pick up a book, and just make his way through it. He's re-reading "The Boy's Book of Great Detective Stories," pub. 1938, which is one of the very few books he actually owned as a youth. It's a break from some rather heavy non-fictional reading that he's been doing. I'm still not quite finished with "Italian Days," by Barbara Grizzuti Harrison, which I'm reading in small doses. It's the perfect kind of travel book that I like--thick, discursive, intimate, full of incident and loving description of all of the author's favorite nooks and corners, plus abundant lists of food items. The fact that Italy is a wreck now adds to the poignancy. My research book of the moment is "The Secret History of the World," by Mark Booth. It's very arcane. I love how the author has repurposed what was obviously a negative review to put on his dust jacket: "His universe is full of bizarre theories, entertaining primarily for their weirdness." LOL. It reminds me of when a reviewer said of me, "Nobody can accuse her of being predictable." I don't think it was meant as a compliment, but as my friend the Nonesuch would say, "I took that as a mandate!" I do find weirdness entertaining, so lucky me.
