Looks like what I thought was a picture of Bombay Sapphire on yesterday’s post was instead an advertisement. Damn advertisers. My apologies. (The picture today, by the way, is of chestnuts.) I do like chestnuts. From W.B. Yeats: “O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer,/ Are you the leaf, the branches, or the bole? O body swayed to music, o brightening glance,/ How can you tell the dancer from the dance?”
1. Boy, this takes a long time.
2. What is the etymology of gin, anyway?*
3. I blame the books of my young adulthood for a lot.
4. “I am Lazarus, come from the dead
Come back to tell you all, I will tell you all.”
5. I want a curly grey dog. I would call him Sasha.
Item 4 is T.S. Eliot, from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” I almost never remember that part; I think having to help (well, cut) my roommate out of his mummy costume this past weekend brought it to mind. (Long story. But look how literature is appropriate for any situation!)
You may have noticed from the posting times lately that I’m pretty much rolling out of bed and writing something–maybe not the best plan, since it leads to obcervations like this:
1. Orrin Hatch’s re-election billboards (of which there are two I have to see on the way home from my parents’ house) make him look like a cadaver.
2. The word “whiskey” came from Scottish Gaelic uisge beatha and Irish uisce beatha, both from the Latin aqua vitae, or “water of life.”
Tomorrow: The etymology of gin! Oh, boy!
We have an ivory scarf for a birthday present in the front, the bluetocking sock yarn, a sample skein of the grey alpaca that will be the travelling cloak (for me), red merino/cashmere tweed for a Christmas scarf for my roommate, two kinds of varigated yarn for a secret Christmas present, a second green fingerless glove for a welcome-home present, and some “gingersnap” colored yarn for a chunky vest for me.
But I did get the black alpaca shrug done. Slowly but surely…
Watch out: I got a package yesterday of paperbacks I loved as a “young adult” (that is, an 11-15 year old). Yes, one of them is a horse book: My Friend Flicka has a sequel, Thunderhead. (There’s a third to make a triolgy, but it’s out of print.) The other two are by Lucy Montgomery, the author of the beloved Anne of Green Gables series. Watch out, indeed.
I know pictures have been scarce this week. I’ve been meaning to take pictures of some knitting projects, both finished and un. I’ll try to get that done tonight.
As much as I can intellectually accept that change is part of life, I have a hard time accepting it emotionally. New jobs are hard. Change is hard. (I was going to say “stupid,” but reconsidered; it’s not a particualrly literary word.)
So how do you recover from a first day? You stop at the yarn store on the way home and buy yarn to make socks. Hand-painted blue sock yarn, so you can make blue socks and thus be a bluestocking. (Because after all, you’re literary. You avoid words like “stupid” and embrace semicolons.)
Then if you’re not recovered enough, you watch Brazil. While finishing up your big black alpaca sweater. And if that’s still not enough? You make the potatoes-baked-in-heavy-cream gratin, which makes your roommate happy and finally puts you into a fatty food-induced coma, so you wake up ready to take on another day.
So it’s Monday morning of a new blog address (so much for thinking I’m anonymous) and a new job. And what song is in my head for the occasion? Surprisingly, it’s not a song about a certain Maggie and her farm, as much as I love Dylan. It’s not even Carmina Burana. No, it’s “Feeling Good,” as sung by Miss Nina Simone.
Come Monday, look for the Cute Kitten Picture, Unrelated Information, Potential Band Names Found In Everyday Conversation, and maybe even the Office Snack of the Day at this new address:
And to send us off in style here at the old address, here’s a bit of Roethke I don’t recall the title of (perfect) and a cute bunny picture (wearing a sweater–even more perfect).
“Arch of air, my heart’s original knock,
I’m awake all over.”
I finished the knitting part of the sweater project (yes, still that one) last night while watching Dr. Zhivago. Now I just have to sew it up.
And I found the rules for the Roy Rogers Riders Club yesterday!
1. Be neat and clean.
2. Be courteous and polite.
3. Always obey your parents.
4. Protect the weak and help them.
5. Be brave but never take chances.
6. Study hard and learn all you can.
7. Be kind to animals and take care of them.
8. Eat all your food and never waste any.
9. Love God and go to Sunday school regularly.
10. Always respect our flag and our country.
I like how “be clean” is rule 1 and “don’t be a heathen” barely makes it in at number 9.