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Harebell of Zenith
Jun. 17th, 2024 09:50 pmAnd once the napping stops, the disillusionment of being home sets in. For I am no better able to cope with things that displease me than I was before I left. Sigh. I've been spoiled by actual accomplishments and had started to expect they would be the rule of the day, but it is not so. Perhaps this is how Beowulf felt when he got home from slaying Grendel. "Yeah, sure, Hrothgar gave me the fancy horse trappings and gold whatnot, but now I'm bored."
I plan to blame the weather. It was 93 today, and there was a heat advisory, so I did not feel inclined to work outside, which is what I really wanted to do. After the Sparrowhawk went to the gym, the trees began to toss about violently, and there was a very overly dramatic downpour, including hail! And then it vanished as suddenly as it had come. His coach toned down their workout quite a bit, because of the heat. But it's going to be the same tomorrow. Blah.
I gave up and ordered the Palliser novels, used. It's really annoying, because I HAD them, and then I decided to un-have them, on the grounds that they were always available on Gutenberg, so I didn't need hard copies. But you know how it goes--that's the sure way to find out that you DO need the hard copies. The Sparrowhawk's "reading" aloud of "Can You Forgive Her?" has devolved into a summary, with side comments, along the lines of "Alice is being stupid again. And George wants her money, but he's mad because she won't say she loves him." It's a sort of Classics Illustrated version, with snark.
I plan to blame the weather. It was 93 today, and there was a heat advisory, so I did not feel inclined to work outside, which is what I really wanted to do. After the Sparrowhawk went to the gym, the trees began to toss about violently, and there was a very overly dramatic downpour, including hail! And then it vanished as suddenly as it had come. His coach toned down their workout quite a bit, because of the heat. But it's going to be the same tomorrow. Blah.
I gave up and ordered the Palliser novels, used. It's really annoying, because I HAD them, and then I decided to un-have them, on the grounds that they were always available on Gutenberg, so I didn't need hard copies. But you know how it goes--that's the sure way to find out that you DO need the hard copies. The Sparrowhawk's "reading" aloud of "Can You Forgive Her?" has devolved into a summary, with side comments, along the lines of "Alice is being stupid again. And George wants her money, but he's mad because she won't say she loves him." It's a sort of Classics Illustrated version, with snark.
