Wed Jul 5th, 2017
|09:11 pm - Contentment|
Partly due to half an ativan taken as corrective to a late afternoon Pepsi and the need to be up at Silly a.m. to get a cortisone shot tomorrow. But partly due to superb summer weather: warm in the day with fresh breezes, and dry and cool at night.
The summer poses problems for the philodendron in the east-facing study. Curtains, shutters, shoji, and sheers must all be moved about to exclude the brite painful morning sun and the brite painful mid-day heat. So Phil gets no light at all, and pines. This year I've moved him to the front porch, on the table shielded by the spindly evergreen bushes and the low-hanging linden branches. He seems to flourish well enough there, but if he looks wan again I'll move him back inside to the study and stick another philodendron outside.
The new tile in the hallway may stick up a little in the places it was jig-saw puzzled into the little spaces between the banister's uprights, but I've been able to remove the winter's runners from the hall and can now walk on cool smoothness down to the bathroom. Well, lately I haven't been able to walk at all with my puffy knees, but that's what the cortisone is for.
Only ACD's Tales of Unease. Abandoned S.H and the King's Evil and The House of Silk.
Did finally finish Sharon Salzberg's Real Happiness, with its useful recap of metta or lovingkindness.
On the go?
Long-term, The Kalevala, which wastes no time getting into that classic trope of oral epic, Men Behaving Badly. (Really must reread Gilgamesh to see if he does as well. God knows the Irish do.) (I read Gilgamesh, The Tain, and Njal's Saga for the same course in uni, and I'm damned if I can figure what course it might be. Medieval Literature is a good bet, but why then Gilgamesh?)
The Lais of Marie de France. Has enough men behaving badly, but in accordance with the standard courtly rules about behaving badly, and to date some of them get their comeuppance. Fortunately there are footnotes to point the moral and adorn the tale, because otherwise I would miss both.
Have both Trigger Warning and So long been dreaming and am not in the mood for either. Thought the Gaiman was non-fic, and don't much care for Gaiman's stories. The anthology has rather more SF than I bargained for, when what I want is fantasy.
What I want actually is cozy English mysteries, or even non-cozy mysteries, and I hope one or more will show up eventually.