No Reading Meme for Once
I usually write my Wednesday Reading Meme out ahead, as I finish things, but I didn't this week and after the election results I don't have the heart for it; it seems rather pointless.
I suppose one could also argue that continuing to see the point, or hope for a point, in times of darkness is in itself pointful - this is not a very eloquent way to put it; I didn't sleep well last night - anyway. So I guess I'll do a short version of the reading meme anyway.
This last week I finished reading the newest American Girl series, which I mean to give its own separate post (still no illustrations D:, but it is an improvement over the Maryellen series), and Madeleine L'Engle's memoir A Circle of Quiet, which I actually did find inspiring, although in an introspective way - she had some things to say about self-absorption as a form of self-annihilation that I found thought-provoking, that we are most ourselves when we are least conscious of ourselves -
But I also meant to write about that at more length in its own entry. And while it is inspiring, it is not the finding-a-light-when-all-seems-dark inspiration for the moment.
I made scones this morning, and broke out the strawberry-rhubarb preserves my father brought me from Maine, and Julie and I had a breakfast tea party. I have sugar cookies in the oven to take to work for the holiday set-up this evening. I am not sure what else to do.
I suppose one could also argue that continuing to see the point, or hope for a point, in times of darkness is in itself pointful - this is not a very eloquent way to put it; I didn't sleep well last night - anyway. So I guess I'll do a short version of the reading meme anyway.
This last week I finished reading the newest American Girl series, which I mean to give its own separate post (still no illustrations D:, but it is an improvement over the Maryellen series), and Madeleine L'Engle's memoir A Circle of Quiet, which I actually did find inspiring, although in an introspective way - she had some things to say about self-absorption as a form of self-annihilation that I found thought-provoking, that we are most ourselves when we are least conscious of ourselves -
But I also meant to write about that at more length in its own entry. And while it is inspiring, it is not the finding-a-light-when-all-seems-dark inspiration for the moment.
I made scones this morning, and broke out the strawberry-rhubarb preserves my father brought me from Maine, and Julie and I had a breakfast tea party. I have sugar cookies in the oven to take to work for the holiday set-up this evening. I am not sure what else to do.