Awakenings; parks; Seusses; Mitfords, pt. 6
Warm-ish temps; constant rain patter. There’s nothing quite like reading Beowulf on the sofa, then dozing off, then waking – gradually and painfully – to the 1-2-3 punch of Modern Talking’s “Geronimo’s Cadillac,” “Brother Louie,” and “Cheri, Cheri Lady.” (The other songs in the queue were more soothing.)
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Karin obtained a puzzle with “thumbnail” sketches of the U.S. National Parks. Samuel spent hours gazing at the sketches and deciding which parks to visit. He’s keen on the Channel Islands (California).
I rose in his esteem by telling him which parks I’ve been to or seen from afar:
I promised to go with Samuel to the Indiana Dunes. Poor boy, he rarely leaves the house, let alone the city.
He and Karin put the puzzle together last night, and this morning Daniel tore it up.
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ThriftBooks had a Seuss sale, and I bought a few of the immoral, discontinued titles (they were in a single omnibus, hee, hee), as well as I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew, which I’d been haunted by but hadn’t looked at since age four. It didn’t disappoint. I still don’t know how it concludes, though, because Daniel keeps slamming it shut before we reach the end. But I can guess.
As for the immoral ones, I re-read Mulberry Street and found mentions of a Rajah riding an elephant and a Chinese man using chopsticks.
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I finished The Pursuit of Love (1945), Nancy Mitford’s fifth and best-loved novel. At last, some contrition. Aristocrats celebrated … and punished: not for being aristocrats, but for making un-aristocratic marriages.
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Karin obtained a puzzle with “thumbnail” sketches of the U.S. National Parks. Samuel spent hours gazing at the sketches and deciding which parks to visit. He’s keen on the Channel Islands (California).
I rose in his esteem by telling him which parks I’ve been to or seen from afar:
Acadia
Arches
Bryce Canyon
the Gateway Arch, glimpsed from I-70
the Grand Canyon, glimpsed from aircraft
Joshua Tree
Kings Canyon
Olympic, viewed from Vancouver Island (as in this photo, but not from so high up)
Mt. Rainier, viewed from Seattle (and see, again, the photo taken from Vancouver Island; I didn’t see this mountain during my stay)
Sequoia
Zion
I promised to go with Samuel to the Indiana Dunes. Poor boy, he rarely leaves the house, let alone the city.
He and Karin put the puzzle together last night, and this morning Daniel tore it up.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
ThriftBooks had a Seuss sale, and I bought a few of the immoral, discontinued titles (they were in a single omnibus, hee, hee), as well as I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew, which I’d been haunted by but hadn’t looked at since age four. It didn’t disappoint. I still don’t know how it concludes, though, because Daniel keeps slamming it shut before we reach the end. But I can guess.
As for the immoral ones, I re-read Mulberry Street and found mentions of a Rajah riding an elephant and a Chinese man using chopsticks.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
I finished The Pursuit of Love (1945), Nancy Mitford’s fifth and best-loved novel. At last, some contrition. Aristocrats celebrated … and punished: not for being aristocrats, but for making un-aristocratic marriages.