This class has one major advantage over last week's -- network access during
class! No, I'm not goofing off; it's just nice to be able to browse when I've
finished an exercise or come back from break early.
FUnny thing this
year -- I love wearing sweaters and fuzzy clothes, but I'm feeling an odd regret
this year about transitioning to fall clothes. I still love the clothes, but
they're big, lots of them. They're wonderfully warm and comfy and all that, but
part of the appeal is that lots of them are big. I tend to wear less fitted
clothes in winter, apparently. The problem with this is that I had gotten used to
noticing the curve of a bicep or a calf in dail yactivities. And though I'm happy
with what my arms and shoulders look like now, they're not so big as to show under
even a tight knitted sleeve. (Even big weightlifter guys are often hard to tell
from big fat guys in clothing -- though lots of them are both.) Drat. AT least it
gives me something to look forward to next summer, while I'm dreading the onset of
Heat.
I've begun reading "Emily of New Moon", since my Montgomery
list is supposed to be discussing the Emily books at present. This time around I
found myself wondering whether starting a child's book with a death seemed as
daring when it was written as it does now. I Know the Victorians had a fascination
with death, and it shows up thoughout children's literature from the time (Beth
March's death in Little Women springs to mind) but I wonder whether starting right
off with the death of a sympathetic character was risky even
then.
Done the exercise, time for lunch!
OK, I ate. And since I have some time until class starts up again, I was thinking
how lame the above entry is.In case anyone else is wondering why I tend to write
such jumpy, disjointed entries, the reason is just that I have a jumpy disjointed
mind. That goes for "vain", too -- see above.