Love is all there is

[emmarytz]

So that's me done with Hari Kunzru's latest, My Revolutions and, predictably enough, I really don't know what to say about it. I'm beginning to suspect that phrase is code for "I didn't like it the way I wanted to like it," possibly. It was, as I said to someone earlier, sort of a cross between His Illegal Self and Babel Tower. I don't quite know

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[alexfandra]

Why are we here? What's the point? How do we keep from destroying ourselves?

"I have tried too in my time to be a philosopher; but, I don't know how, cheerfulness was always breaking in."

--Mr. Edwards to Dr. Johnson

...a car decided to make a left turn though I was in the pedestrian/bike pathway...

Be careful out there! Cars hurt!

Peace breaks in

[emmarytz]

Didn't Mr. Edwards steal that line from Angela Thirkell, though? And have you recovered properly from your own encounter with a car? -em.

Re: Peace breaks in

[alexfandra]

Ms. Thirkell quotes the line at the start of "Cheerfulness Breaks In", which I am currently reading.

I am about 85% recovered at this point. Apparently it takes bruises 3-4 weeks to heal (this Saturday will mark 3 weeks) and 3-6 weeks for Level I shoulder separations to heal. Things seem to be running along that time-frame quite predictably.

Meanwhile, the driver's inssurance company has offered to settle the claim for $1300 plus the cost of the urgent care exam. I didn't actually ask for anything other than the medical bill (which was all of $200), but it seems silly to say, "No thank you", though naturally I won't sign any releases until those six weeks are up and/or everything is properly mended.

What are you doing this Saturday? I was contemplating a trip to SAM for the Roman exhibit and the Bapistry doors. Plus Lush. Wanna come? Novel-writing SOs are also welcome.

What about *next* Saturday?

[emmarytz]

I should email, of course, but that means finding your email address and just in case I don't manage that, I post a response:

This week has me wanting to hide in a corner, clutching my much-neglected Gradka (who is now expanding her brood batch!) for forty-eight hours. In reality, of course, I'll end up running errands as will the novel-writing SO, but I have to pretend, for now, that I can hide instead. And the Lush "party" is next Saturday. Would you be willing to delay your trip to see the wonders of ancient Rome for a week? Alternatively, will you allow me / us to dither about joining you until tomorrow? -em