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buggy beauty
Tu b'shevat arrives tomorrow, and Middle Tennessee is supposed to get whumped by snow by then. Coincidentally, a crepe myrtle the Beautiful Young Man had ordered at the start of November was delivered this week, so he's planting it as I type.
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Middlemarch; RIP Michael Murrin; muddling towards merry
Some KJ Charles fans were chatting on Discord about Cat Sebastian's Hither, Page, which is set right before Christmas and proved to be what I wanted for a cozy reread at 5 a.m. for Reasons. I really have got to get around to reading Middlemarch some day, because it keeps turning up -- in this book, in Marissa's recs, in a beautiful English country ( Read more... ) -
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost
Today's subject line is from the middle of Robert Frost's "October," which has these lines near the middle:
Oh hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
The days seem so brief indeed. This poem ends with grapes, which sent me to ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
A few days ago, a colleague called me a rock star, which feels especially good right now both because I've been enjoying Anna Zabo's Twisted Wishes romance trilogy (pansexuality, aromaticism, bondage, trans hero, mouthy performers, snarky PR manager, art, music, pie, very good coffee, and more [*]) and because there are miles of learning curve to ( Read more... ) -
hair in a tantrum / eyes like two streaks of fire
Today's subject line is from Bachelor's "Stay in the Car," which has been earworming me since I heard it on WXNP earlier this week.
Dance recommendation: Anna Morrissey's All Together Alone, a modern take on "Ebben? ne andrò lontana," which I've adored since playing viola for it eons ago. Up until May 29. Warning for light-sensitives: there is some ( Read more... ) -
inventory
Some things I miss:- dancing, including waltzing and being dipped
- locking in tight harmonies with other singers
- trying new-to-me bars and eavesdropping on / chatting with whomever at them
- spur-of-the-moment visits to Cheekwood
- hell, unplanned all-the-things
