Author Archives: didofoot
Useful
With a blank mind and quiet heart today, I’ll let Middlemarch speak for me, because this makes me smile: “Will did not know what to say, since it would not be useful for him to embrace her slippers, and tell her that he would die for her.” Have a good weekend, y’all.
Cold
It is a funny thing, but sometimes when I look at the pictures of the house from when we first toured it, I get more excited about it than I get by actually living in it. Hardwood floors! Stained glass! A swimming pool! Good lord, I think to myself, those people are lucky. Speaking of … Continue reading
Wriggle
I spent all morning yesterday curled up in the library, planning out the garden we’re going to plant in the backyard. Just me, a pot of tea, the Sunset gardening book, a pad of paper and a flood of sunlight from the Southern exposure. Bliss. Later in the day, full of tea and resolve, I … Continue reading
Sad
Okay, I thought of a reason why I might have woken up sad yesterday and the day before that, which is that on the day before that, my grandpa died. And I didn’t mention it because this is hardly the place for that sort of thing (i.e. things that are serious, things that are private, … Continue reading
Bacon
Today is just one of those days. The kind of day where you wake up depressed for no real reason, and then you decide to snap yourself out of it by being proactive and hanging some curtains upstairs already, and then you, being terrible with tools, manage to snap the head off of Gene’s 3/32 … Continue reading
Consume
I miss San Francisco today. I love this house of course, and Alameda is adorable, but I’m not quite acquainted with it yet. I keep remembering a bit in one of the Anne of Green Gables books where Anne is describing Heaven to Ruby Gillis, who’s dying of consumption. At the end of it Ruby … Continue reading
Primitive
I’m at this frustrating point with the house where I can see how I want most of the rooms to look, but so far I only see it in my head. In my eyes, all I can see is little piles of stuff everywhere with nowhere to live. What we need now are storage containers … Continue reading
Fantasy
Kris: Victoria’s Secret is selling a gold bikini. As the wife of a Star Wars nerd, should I be obtaining such an item? Gene: Let me see. Gene: No. Leia’s bikini was actually made of metal. Kris: So to fulfill the fantasy, I would need to wear a bikini which has been forged in fire? … Continue reading
Just for Michele
A few more book stats: The last book I read before getting married was the extremely cheery and light-hearted Reading Lolita in Tehran, by Azar Nafisi. The shortest books I read all year were Terry Pratchett’s children’s book Where’s My Cow and William Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew, each containing just 24 pages. The … Continue reading
License to shop
I read 205 books in 2010. Of those books, I had read 93 of them at least once before, leaving 112 that I read for the first time. I borrowed 53 of those first-time books, which means I went out and bought, without having read them, 59 books last year. And of those books, I … Continue reading