Thu Oct 18th, 2018
|09:06 pm - Rejoice again|
My mother had an unparalleled genius for losing things in her bed, or rather, in her half of the bed. Cigarette packs, library books, spoons, newspapers... I may have done her one better last night. Was sleeping, woke up to cough, nightguard flew out of my mouth and landed on the floor, Buggrit said I and went back to sleep. This morning I looked for it on the floor. Not there. Looked under the overhang of the futon platform drawers and the unclosing bottom drawer of the Ikea chest. Not there. Pulled chests of drawers out from the wall, releasing dust bunnies, which vacuumed, but no nightguard. Pulled platform drawers out, ditto ditto and ditto. Shoved Ikea chest to the wall, pulled heavy cumbersome platform into middle of room, peered at other side that sits next to wall. Nowt.
Ah well, thought I, there goes the surplus cash I'd thought to spend on a stove. Sighed, dragged futon higher on platform because it had worked its way down last time I flipped it, checked to see how it lined up with the top edge: and there on the floor at the head of the bed was my nightguard. Futons, so inert when you want them to move, so movable when you want them to stay put. Then shoved everything back where it belongs with my poor poor elbows and wrists, turned on air purifier, and took heavy dose antihistamine because dust bunnies in November are simple overkill.
However: room is now vacuumed and dusted and I have my nightguard back.
Rickman, The Remains of an Altar
-- I can see how someone might like these if they're in it for the politics and the personalities and happy with mere glances towards mystery and the supernatural. Can't see how merrily gets any work as an exorcist when there's nothing really there to exorcise ever, because living ghosts don't count in the Christian religion.
Jannson, Moominsummer Madness
-- because I started a Dave Robicheaux mystery and needed something as a counteractant. Having googled said mystery, am happy I got no farther than I did.
Pratchett, Soul Music
-- read ten years ago, due for a reread, like a lot of Pratchett that isn't either Witches or Watch.
Mangan, Bookworm : a memoir of childhood reading
-- someone's recommendation, hope it's fun
The tiresomeness of things that go and move when you're not looking...
I know, really! The malice of inanimate objects knows no bounds.
That is such a convenient phrase, isn't it?
Convenient and, alas, accurate.