WhiteOleander of Simmer
Jul. 23rd, 2021 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoSo, we got back from the UP Wednesday evening. It's a long drive--7 to 8 hours, depending on how often you stop. We didn't stop very much, but it still took a long time. We had paused in Negaunee where we were told there was a good place to get pasties. We got two hot ones and two cold for later. We shared one of the hot ones as we drove. The second one we split for dinner when we got home. Then I took a nap, but didn't wake up until after midnight, when I couldn't go back to sleep until 4 or so. My sleep consisted of two naps with a big awake space in between. I have to say, the bigger part of my time since I got back has been occupied by conversations. Yesterday, I also managed to go for a walk, and today I made a hasty trip to the grocery store. And I spent the last 2 hours ripping hastily through The Fated Sky. I took it with me on the trip, but had no time to read, and it has to go back to the library. The same things annoy me about it that annoyed me about the other two books in the series--mainly, the fact that a tiny percentage of a percent of the people on earth are going to go into space. Everyone else will die. I know the author must know this. I can only assume that she decided to minimize this knowledge because that wasn't the story she wanted to tell. That's valid in a way, but it makes the protagonists much less likable, because one has to assume they know it too, but are not being honest with themselves. The Sparrowhawk suggested that maybe the series will continue until the astronauts pull off some kind of magic discovery that will halt runaway climate change and save everyone. At the moment, however, they're all hosed.
Anyway . . . I miss going swimming every day in a cool deep lake where loons call and an eagle guardian watches from his tall tree on an island in the middle of the lake. It's a pretty cool place. I also miss the northern coast of the UP that borders on Lake Superior, and the sandy beach between the Keweenaw and the Huron Mountains where the tall yellow pines come right down to the edge of the sand, and the flinty blue water goes clear north to the sky, nothing in the way but the wind. However, I am kind of happy to be back in my own bed. Dante mentioned how salty is the taste of others' bread. For me, it's other peoples' pillows that are never quite the thing, however commodious the accommodations. I was also overjoyed to see that it rained enough for my garden to survive, and that two out of the many tomato seedlings I nurtured have become actual adult tomato plants and may even have some flowers!
Anyway . . . I miss going swimming every day in a cool deep lake where loons call and an eagle guardian watches from his tall tree on an island in the middle of the lake. It's a pretty cool place. I also miss the northern coast of the UP that borders on Lake Superior, and the sandy beach between the Keweenaw and the Huron Mountains where the tall yellow pines come right down to the edge of the sand, and the flinty blue water goes clear north to the sky, nothing in the way but the wind. However, I am kind of happy to be back in my own bed. Dante mentioned how salty is the taste of others' bread. For me, it's other peoples' pillows that are never quite the thing, however commodious the accommodations. I was also overjoyed to see that it rained enough for my garden to survive, and that two out of the many tomato seedlings I nurtured have become actual adult tomato plants and may even have some flowers!
