Dec 21
We’ve been having fun with bookshelves tonight. And b =y fun, we mean that we woke up from a nap and thought they were leaning dramatically more than six months ago. For reasons we can’t fathom, we have photographs of the books six months ago, so checked, and sure enough, they were decidedly listing to the left.
Luckily, the friend in civil service has got into DIY in a big way since buying a flat – presumably to have something to do that isn’t the civil servise. And she had all kinds of ideas, which bore fruit. The neighbrous probably weren’t thrilled we were moving bookshelves about, and the cat most definitely was not, but at least nothing is leaning ominously anymore.
Basically, we’re fine as long as we never exceed the current number of books. Note to self: Do not buy books. Also, buy small manageable bookshelf for bedroom…unless someone’s offering…This is more than mildly inconvenient, because see the Edward Guest poem of the other night. And also the new Jane Urquart book we want to buy. And a few other things like that. Oh well. Didn’t one of the Gilmore Girls build a bookshelf out of books?
Now we’re drinking Tumeric Spiced tea. On day 21 we have finally realized that 12 of these teas are normal and the other 12 are spiced. Oh well, better late than never. We definitely like this one with the spices better than bog standard Turmeric. It might help we have cramp at the moment and are actually up for a herbal that might help with it.
No apposite poem today, unless you happened to go outside, in which case you might have noticed it was extremely cold and very snowy. It definitely was in the wilds of Guelph, Ontario. Thing is, when we’re frozen and snowy, we can’t usually see past “frozen and snowy,” sort of like the Dachshunds of Dawlish. But some people see it as a metaphor for life’s condition. We’re almost envious.
Dreams
Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
On the other hand, sometimes it’s nice to look at the snow and simply accept how fleeting and pretty it is.
