- Due to the recent bedroom switcharoo, we've been doing some heavy-duty, soul-cleansing, beautiful, beautiful household purging. So far I've sent twenty grocery sacks' worth of kid crap out the front door, destined for either the trash or Goodwill, depending on the contents. I've also sold a number of items on our local facebook swap page, which involves taking a variety of photos and writing up a brief description of the item. Evidently I've been doing this so much that, when Caedmon and I were scrolling through our recent photo uploads, he became alarmed when we encountered a picture of him amidst a big photo dump of stuff we'd sold. He seemed torn between outrage and fear at this picture and turned to me to ask, "You're not going to sell me, are you?!" It may be time to take a break from the purging, even if it does feel ah-mazing.
- It's always interesting to me how you can attempt to read a book at one point in your life, put it down because it's obviously just not the book for you, only to pick it up years later and be enthralled. Eight or so years ago I finally got around to reading The Once and Future King, or got around to beginning to read it, anyway, as I got about twenty pages in and gave up. I remember it was so disheartening, too- I love fantasy! This should have been right up my alley! What was wrong with me? It must be the book.
Spoiler alert: It wasn't the book. It was me. My brain wasn't ready or I wasn't emotionally mature enough or my seventh moon was in my fifth house or something, because now it's everything I knew it should have been eight years ago. Keep in mind I'm only halfway through it; I could come back in a week and tell you about OH MY GOSH THE WORST BOOK EVER. Either way, the internet has come through for me and proven that it is not always an instrument for evil by providing me ready access to The Camelot Project from the University of Rochester. I found this when I kept encountering strange words throughout this close-to-100-year-old book set in Arthurian England. What the heck is a cocodrill? Glassgallows? And by "mountain dew" they surely don't mean some kind of pop, do they? Nope: "mountain dew" was Scotch whiskey, which I know now because of this amazing database!
- This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but the dastardly MomQueenBee told the world (um, a week ago) about The Great British Baking Show, and rather than doing all the things I was supposed to be doing last night I instead watched the episodes she so cunningly provided a link to. Not to worry, however; I vanquished that program by watching all the available episodes in one evening. It's not my fault, though! The people on that show are so lovely to one another and the hosts are possibly the most pun-happy people I've ever heard and everything is funnier when said in a British accent. Not to mention the drama! Will Richard's dough rise in time? Is Chetna using too many spices? How will Martha ever better her foe the proving drawer? What is a proving drawer?
