Someone "sold" all her books to friends at school by sharing her book reports explaining the quality of these stories. One was "The Borrowers," another was "Elana" (although I'm not sure I'm spelling it correctly), and there was one more too.
Anyway, I got some fashion advice (Billabong and Gramsci are "in"), and learned a lot about Vermont history.
A wonderful day! ;-)
Just finished Landscape for a Good Woman by Carolyn Kay Steedman.
Lisa sent out some questions/guidelines for how to read this text (in view of it's purpose in our academic setting), but I'd already read half of it, and decided to forge on without the guidance. I'll return to those questions now that I'm done, but I decided I needed to read this without framing, to allow myself the full subjective experience of it.
is palliative.
Well, I wasn't able to do any celebrating, although I have noted that tonight's the night. What with Frankie chomping up Hannah's birds, Carolyn's luggage being stolen, a toilet being backed up, and trials & tribulations loading new software....I'm really HOPING there's no omen factor at play....
I'd have to say that I qualify for just about every single one of the statements that they say are indicative of "membership" in this supposedly new social-group. It clearly has a socioeconomic class component, which rules out a lot of people with otherwise similar values and knowledge bases. Maybe that explains my hesitation with fully embracing the label.
Well, the high school kids (or graduates) who've been harassing [the FP] for the last 3 years struck again - this time they pulled the mailbox completely out of the ground (despite the concrete I poured last month) and made off with it. Hannah and I spent a half-hour on the phone as she searched Google for possible culprits (the FP knows the name of a kid who was involved last time it got bashed but didn't have any "proof"). We may be upgrading to serious surveillance, as the other option is to "give in" by getting a PO Box.
A crow woke me this morning. I'm sure I could have slept longer, but....I lay there and started thinking about squirrels finding the feeder. Wouldn't you know, a few hours later the first squirrel appeared! Maybe it was there, already, this morning and my mind computed the different noise it makes? Or, I psychically sensed its presence? :-) I tried to scare the sucker off but the ballsy thing just stared at me. Now I'm gonna have to figure out what to do with the window ~ it'll try to get in through the screen if I leave it open all the time. Or, maybe if I remove the spare birdseed down to the garage there won't be any enticing smell to inspire it in?
I don't think it's the grundge look but it sortof feels like it. Those 13 pounds I lost this summer (not in the recommended fashion) have turned the loose clothing I prefer into drapes. I'm gonna have to start wearing a belt!
