UplandMoor of Sleet
Feb. 3rd, 2021 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI'm happy because another gift from the Sparrowhawk arrived today: three small bottles of Birmingham Pen Company ink, made in Pittsburgh: Railroad Strike Riot Ember, which is an orangey kind of red; Pittsburgh Bankers Ice Rink, which is kind of a cobalt blue; and Millionaire's Row Mulberry Silk, which is a deep midnight blue. I went looking for my other fountain pens--the ones I don't use every day--and was pleased to find them where I thought they would be. One can't always count on that. I'm excited to try these new inks!
I'm also happy and excited because we both got texted by our health portal to say we could make appointments to get vaccinated! We have appointments for tomorrow morning. I honestly thought we'd have to wait until March or April. This is good news. Here's the freaky part: right before the texts arrived, we had been napping. The Sparrowhawk got up and went downstairs. I was still asleep. I dreamed that I was filling out a form on my phone to get vaccinated. Then I woke up and went downstairs, and the Sparrowhawk told me to check my phone because he'd just received a text. I was oddly confused, looking down at the phone in my hand. I thought, "But I just did this." It was as if I'd been time-shifted a few minutes into the future.
One of my other birthday gifts was replacement copies of some Laurie Colwin books that had gone missing, among them Happy All the Time, a sappy but sharp tale of love among the trust fund babies. A pair of cousins related via various branches of an old New England fortune in textiles, Guido Morris and Vincent Cardworthy, meet Holly Sturgis and Misty Berkowitz, respectively, and eventually, weddings ensue. This one and A Big Storm Knocked It Over were Queenie's favorites, I think. I was more inclined toward Family Happiness and Goodbye Without Leaving. We used to quote various lines to each other, particular from Misty Berkowitz, who was a force of nature. "I am the scourge of God!" The Sparrowhawk and I are taking a break from Arthur Ransome and reading this confection as a bedtime story. He is fascinated by this cast of characters, having never known anyone like this while growing up in Grand Rapids. Queenie and I went to school with rich people--not Manhattan rich, but well-heeled for the Midwest. Queenie was once courted by a scion of Boston Brahmins with former cabinet members in his immediate family. I'm more in line with Misty Berkowitz, who observes at one point, "I hate rich people." But in the case of this book, it's a delicious hatred.
I'm also happy and excited because we both got texted by our health portal to say we could make appointments to get vaccinated! We have appointments for tomorrow morning. I honestly thought we'd have to wait until March or April. This is good news. Here's the freaky part: right before the texts arrived, we had been napping. The Sparrowhawk got up and went downstairs. I was still asleep. I dreamed that I was filling out a form on my phone to get vaccinated. Then I woke up and went downstairs, and the Sparrowhawk told me to check my phone because he'd just received a text. I was oddly confused, looking down at the phone in my hand. I thought, "But I just did this." It was as if I'd been time-shifted a few minutes into the future.
One of my other birthday gifts was replacement copies of some Laurie Colwin books that had gone missing, among them Happy All the Time, a sappy but sharp tale of love among the trust fund babies. A pair of cousins related via various branches of an old New England fortune in textiles, Guido Morris and Vincent Cardworthy, meet Holly Sturgis and Misty Berkowitz, respectively, and eventually, weddings ensue. This one and A Big Storm Knocked It Over were Queenie's favorites, I think. I was more inclined toward Family Happiness and Goodbye Without Leaving. We used to quote various lines to each other, particular from Misty Berkowitz, who was a force of nature. "I am the scourge of God!" The Sparrowhawk and I are taking a break from Arthur Ransome and reading this confection as a bedtime story. He is fascinated by this cast of characters, having never known anyone like this while growing up in Grand Rapids. Queenie and I went to school with rich people--not Manhattan rich, but well-heeled for the Midwest. Queenie was once courted by a scion of Boston Brahmins with former cabinet members in his immediate family. I'm more in line with Misty Berkowitz, who observes at one point, "I hate rich people." But in the case of this book, it's a delicious hatred.
