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My Harry Potter book has not yet arrived. I'm thinking it won't, now, until tomorrow.
It's too hot to breathe outside, so we're cooped up today. I'm considering calling my MIL and asking if she'd be interested in picking us up to visit her for a while. She's got an air-conditioned car and house, and she might be interested in some company.
I didn't sleep much at all last night, and I'm starting to feel it. I'm going to cut off the caffeine at 4:00 tonight and go to bed when Elizabeth does, in the interests of actually getting some sleep.
I'm about 2/3 of the way through "A Ring of Endless Light" by Madeleine L'Engle. I'd forgotten how she makes places come alive by adding small details, like the fact that the family can't use the front door because some swallows have built a nest over it. Then later she points out that there are three parent swallows, not two, and that the nest is too shallow so the fledglings will likely fall out and die. The kids problem-solve a way to save the birds, maybe. I can't remember if it works. The theme of the book is learning to let go in the face of mortality, and taking joy in life. The birds fit the theme and illustrate it in a way that doesn't shout. I can't picture L'Engle ever shouting her themes. She doesn't have to. She's the master of the character-driven plot, and her characters, even the non-human ones, weave together seamlessly into a beautifully-told story.
I've got half a load of baby laundry drying on the front porch. It's my concession to the fact that I'm running two air-conditioners full-time. I won't use the electricity-guzzling dryer when the porch is readily available. Elizabeth helped me lay out the clothes on the rack. I had to stop myself from straightening the wrinkles from them. I don't want her to think she can't help, and if they get wrinkled, she certainly won't care. Why then should I?
I can't write today. I'm too tired. My brain won't put more than a few words together at one time before losing its train of thought. I'll get a good sleep tonight and write like it's a job all day tomorrow. After all, it is a job. It just won't pay for a while.
It's too hot to breathe outside, so we're cooped up today. I'm considering calling my MIL and asking if she'd be interested in picking us up to visit her for a while. She's got an air-conditioned car and house, and she might be interested in some company.
I didn't sleep much at all last night, and I'm starting to feel it. I'm going to cut off the caffeine at 4:00 tonight and go to bed when Elizabeth does, in the interests of actually getting some sleep.
I'm about 2/3 of the way through "A Ring of Endless Light" by Madeleine L'Engle. I'd forgotten how she makes places come alive by adding small details, like the fact that the family can't use the front door because some swallows have built a nest over it. Then later she points out that there are three parent swallows, not two, and that the nest is too shallow so the fledglings will likely fall out and die. The kids problem-solve a way to save the birds, maybe. I can't remember if it works. The theme of the book is learning to let go in the face of mortality, and taking joy in life. The birds fit the theme and illustrate it in a way that doesn't shout. I can't picture L'Engle ever shouting her themes. She doesn't have to. She's the master of the character-driven plot, and her characters, even the non-human ones, weave together seamlessly into a beautifully-told story.
I've got half a load of baby laundry drying on the front porch. It's my concession to the fact that I'm running two air-conditioners full-time. I won't use the electricity-guzzling dryer when the porch is readily available. Elizabeth helped me lay out the clothes on the rack. I had to stop myself from straightening the wrinkles from them. I don't want her to think she can't help, and if they get wrinkled, she certainly won't care. Why then should I?
I can't write today. I'm too tired. My brain won't put more than a few words together at one time before losing its train of thought. I'll get a good sleep tonight and write like it's a job all day tomorrow. After all, it is a job. It just won't pay for a while.