Wednesday, December 17, 2008

and everything will be new (except for research. which i guess is as historical as ever)

On gray days, when it’s snowing or raining, I think you should be able to call up a judge and take an oath that you’ll just read a good book all day, and he’d allow you to stay home.—Bill Watterson
(Calvin and Hobbes, There’s Treasure Everywhere... shouldn’t Calvin and Hobbes be required reading? Seriously.)

Okay, it snowed. I’m thrilled, even though it’s a pitiful, tiny, southern Illinois snow, not a massive Grand Rapids blanketing. Still. I’ll take it.

... I’d show you a picture, but my camera has gone mad, so you’ll have to imagine it. Sketch suburbia in shades of grey and brown, top it with white, and you’re there. I especially love our weathered wooden fence, glazed in snow…

It’s a scene from a Robert Frost poem, a view that invites you to fill your teacup and then read about moors and fog, or anything Bronte or Poe or cozy mystery-ish. (Or even Jane Austen, considering that yesterday was her birthday… it’s too dreary for P&P or Emma, but maybe Sense and Sensibility? Northanger? Persuasion? I’m sure I could find something…)

But I spent yesterday afternoon with Lucrezia Borgia and pizza.

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Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 12/17 at 09:51 AM
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