You coulda knocked me over with a feather.
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Sunday, January 13, 2008
And They're Off...
I've just made my first veg harvest of 2008. A whopping five ounces of carrots for tomorrow night's dinner. The reason I've pulled them today is that it's really warm and sunny right now, and tomorrow they're talking rain and snow. I just didn't want to try pulling carrots from frozen ground.
Tonight PBS is starting a Jane Austen series on Masterpiece Theater, and my "sisters" and I are getting together to watch the new adaptation of Persuasion and, I'm sure, critique the heck out of it. I find it odd that they're starting with Jane Austen's last book. Maybe because it's one of her best?
I don't recognize many of the actors, but I am a little fearful about the guy (bloke?) who plays Mr. Elliot. He plays Brutus in Rome*, and frankly, he needs to find a good orthodontist. It's hard getting around that horsey mouth. I hear he does a great job, though, so I'll try to be optimistic. It's just that Mr. Elliot is supposed to be so handsome. Maybe that's just my vision of him.
I'm looking forward to shots taken in Bath. It'll bring back many memories of when my sisters and I went for the Jane Austen Festival. Someday I'd like to go back, Mr. E in tow. Of course he'll be more interested in the Roman history of the place, which is, I admit, very fascinating.
I'm jealous that the festival ball takes place in the Assembly Rooms this year. The ball took place in the Guild Hall the year I went, and it was absolutely beautiful. However, it seems like a Jane Austen ball should take place in the Assembly Rooms. I just wish I could've seen it. There were weddings going on all the time we were there, and we weren't allowed to peek in.
Well, I'm off to finish raking leaves up for compost. Then, I think, a little reading of Persuasion to prepare myself for tonight's soul-piercing. Sigh.
* Rome, if you haven't seen it yet, stars so many actors from BBC and other (Bollywood) productions of Jane Austen books, it's fun to try and pick them out.
Tonight PBS is starting a Jane Austen series on Masterpiece Theater, and my "sisters" and I are getting together to watch the new adaptation of Persuasion and, I'm sure, critique the heck out of it. I find it odd that they're starting with Jane Austen's last book. Maybe because it's one of her best?
I don't recognize many of the actors, but I am a little fearful about the guy (bloke?) who plays Mr. Elliot. He plays Brutus in Rome*, and frankly, he needs to find a good orthodontist. It's hard getting around that horsey mouth. I hear he does a great job, though, so I'll try to be optimistic. It's just that Mr. Elliot is supposed to be so handsome. Maybe that's just my vision of him.
I'm looking forward to shots taken in Bath. It'll bring back many memories of when my sisters and I went for the Jane Austen Festival. Someday I'd like to go back, Mr. E in tow. Of course he'll be more interested in the Roman history of the place, which is, I admit, very fascinating.
I'm jealous that the festival ball takes place in the Assembly Rooms this year. The ball took place in the Guild Hall the year I went, and it was absolutely beautiful. However, it seems like a Jane Austen ball should take place in the Assembly Rooms. I just wish I could've seen it. There were weddings going on all the time we were there, and we weren't allowed to peek in.
Well, I'm off to finish raking leaves up for compost. Then, I think, a little reading of Persuasion to prepare myself for tonight's soul-piercing. Sigh.
* Rome, if you haven't seen it yet, stars so many actors from BBC and other (Bollywood) productions of Jane Austen books, it's fun to try and pick them out.
Friday, January 11, 2008
It's Dark
January has settled into my psyche. It's not light(ish) until an hour and a half after I get up, and it's dark within half an hour of the boys being home from school. I'm snapping at everyone for no good reason, and not getting anything done during the day.
About this time every year, I print out the sunrise/sunset times for my locale. I am that desperate to know that tomorrow I'll have two more minutes of light. Unfortunately, I checked to see my parents times as well, and found out that, although they live less than an hour south of me, they get five more minutes of daylight! Turkeys.
I knew that the short days messed with me, long before Seasonal Affective Disorder became popular. Every boyfriend I had at the beginning of January, wasn't around at the end of the month. Except for Mr. E. That's how I knew he was the one.
Thankfully, Sunday is supposed to be sunny, and the night before above freezing, and I'm planning on getting loads of yardwork done (Major sunlight asbsorption!). I've pruned the perennials out front, but I haven't dealt with all of the leaves. I'm sure my has-a-yard-service neighbor would like me clean them up. So I'll be doing that, starting some lettuce and spinach seed, and hopefully edging the lawn around the front beds. They look like H-E-double toothpicks right now.
Doh! I just realized that I forgot to pick some parsley for dinner (buttermilk fried chicken. Can you say "comfort food?"), and now it's dark. So I'll be going out to the herb garden, flashlight in hand, hoping I don't run into any creatures. Not that I ever have, it's just the thought. I mean, I know they're out there, right? Opossums (opossi?) creep me out, and racoons can be mean, and rats...ick. Not to mention that the coyotes are back, which is a good thing, really, although my cat hasn't left the garage for more than five minutes in over a month.
So I'm off, in the dark, foraging for herbs for dinner....
About this time every year, I print out the sunrise/sunset times for my locale. I am that desperate to know that tomorrow I'll have two more minutes of light. Unfortunately, I checked to see my parents times as well, and found out that, although they live less than an hour south of me, they get five more minutes of daylight! Turkeys.
I knew that the short days messed with me, long before Seasonal Affective Disorder became popular. Every boyfriend I had at the beginning of January, wasn't around at the end of the month. Except for Mr. E. That's how I knew he was the one.
Thankfully, Sunday is supposed to be sunny, and the night before above freezing, and I'm planning on getting loads of yardwork done (Major sunlight asbsorption!). I've pruned the perennials out front, but I haven't dealt with all of the leaves. I'm sure my has-a-yard-service neighbor would like me clean them up. So I'll be doing that, starting some lettuce and spinach seed, and hopefully edging the lawn around the front beds. They look like H-E-double toothpicks right now.
Doh! I just realized that I forgot to pick some parsley for dinner (buttermilk fried chicken. Can you say "comfort food?"), and now it's dark. So I'll be going out to the herb garden, flashlight in hand, hoping I don't run into any creatures. Not that I ever have, it's just the thought. I mean, I know they're out there, right? Opossums (opossi?) creep me out, and racoons can be mean, and rats...ick. Not to mention that the coyotes are back, which is a good thing, really, although my cat hasn't left the garage for more than five minutes in over a month.
So I'm off, in the dark, foraging for herbs for dinner....
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