new feelings and old
Well in the past twenty minutes I have made the mistake of pulling out my copy of Dunnett's Pawn in Frankincense to look up a particular passage, which naturally led me to reading what came immediately before that passage, and now I am in full-throttle Angst Mode again.
No: if I were fully in Angst Mode I would have read the end of that book, and then curled up on the floor weeping, probably. But now I have very firmly put the book back on the shelf; let us all take a moment to admire my self-discipline here.
Today was a slightly less-interesting day, on account of the fact that it rained, but I did stop by the library and also the supermarket. (When I returned to the house on Saturday night, we were out of bread, cheese, butter, cereal, non-dairy milk, fruit, non-brown/gross vegetables, and nearly out of coffee and toilet paper. What the hell.) I also spent too much time on my laptop, but okay.
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A week ago today, Mum and I ventured to Selinsgrove because there's an enormous thrift store there, which is as good a reason as any to visit Selinsgrove, to be honest. I picked up a copy of Ovid's Metamorphoses, Cervantes' Don Quixote, and an old-skool Victoria Holt paperback, all for a buck-fifty. Also two pairs of trousers and some cute shirts, whee!
As Mum drove on down the road, on our way there and back, I thought about how many of my ancestors had lived in those valleys, on both my mother's and my father's sides of the family. It's a strange kind of knowledge to hold, because on the one hand it explains some of my deep, deep love for Central Pennsylvania, and on the other I'm not sure I'd want to live in this region myself? It's ... really conservative. The Confederate-flag-on-the-side-of-your-truck kind of conservative. That's not really my aesthetic.
But it was nice to take a drive along Rt. 522 last week, that's for sure.
No: if I were fully in Angst Mode I would have read the end of that book, and then curled up on the floor weeping, probably. But now I have very firmly put the book back on the shelf; let us all take a moment to admire my self-discipline here.
Today was a slightly less-interesting day, on account of the fact that it rained, but I did stop by the library and also the supermarket. (When I returned to the house on Saturday night, we were out of bread, cheese, butter, cereal, non-dairy milk, fruit, non-brown/gross vegetables, and nearly out of coffee and toilet paper. What the hell.) I also spent too much time on my laptop, but okay.
.
A week ago today, Mum and I ventured to Selinsgrove because there's an enormous thrift store there, which is as good a reason as any to visit Selinsgrove, to be honest. I picked up a copy of Ovid's Metamorphoses, Cervantes' Don Quixote, and an old-skool Victoria Holt paperback, all for a buck-fifty. Also two pairs of trousers and some cute shirts, whee!
As Mum drove on down the road, on our way there and back, I thought about how many of my ancestors had lived in those valleys, on both my mother's and my father's sides of the family. It's a strange kind of knowledge to hold, because on the one hand it explains some of my deep, deep love for Central Pennsylvania, and on the other I'm not sure I'd want to live in this region myself? It's ... really conservative. The Confederate-flag-on-the-side-of-your-truck kind of conservative. That's not really my aesthetic.
But it was nice to take a drive along Rt. 522 last week, that's for sure.