22 September 2008
exhumation...
No, not just things, but nearly everything I own, is neatly and logically buried away in boxes stored in a spare room in my parent's home. For some reason I've yet taken little time to consider, I have spent the majority of my life looking for things, not an intolerable impulse as it affords me the thrill of hunting for something I think I absolutely need and then being quite pleasantly surprised when I find some unrelated thing I had completely forgotten about. Today, it was my flag of Great Britain, the Laguiole cheese set, and the NordicWare bundt pan, on the face of it, a frivolous possession, as I am made ill by sugary treats, but one never knows when one may be called upon to produce a cake. My copy of a Conservation International field guide to lemurs was another stirring rediscovery. All these things make up me and all these things are hidden away. So I decided, striding up the hill between the church and the college this morning, that, despite my resolution to give up reading newspapers, now would be the time to begin reading British papers, albeit online, so that, as a former resident of that green and pleasant land, I could vicariously reacquaint myself, (ye gods, I was almost about to use the utterly dehumanizing "reconnect"!), with the realities of England. Time also to admit that I'm fairly good at words, that they matter to me, that I use them in carefully considered ways, and that maybe, I need to grow up and commit myself to them more fully. Hence, the blog. Hence, this post. Hence, my conscientious reading of James Woods' How Fiction Works. One other admission: I have reached a point in my knitting where I am forced to challenge my assumption that I am capable of following simple directions. Pictures to follow.
Then there is Foof. And Bob. I am delighted that the cats have palindromic names. Perhaps, after the three week kitty sleepover party we have all been enjoying, they will remain with us in the sparsely furnished, but lavishly carpeted apartment. Possession. 9/10. The Law. Indeed.
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