Even though I took Monday and Tuesday off, it seems like it's been the longest week, don't you think? Thankfully I'm on the other side of the allergy-cold from last weekend (but still a bit dizzy from congestion -- my equilibrium is off), and now poor C has it. He's a much better patient than I am. :)
The post before last I promised a Lacy Serpentine Stole Update:
I'm over half way through the repeats, nearly done with 4 out of 6. It's going faster now that I can read the knitting and not have to follow the directions, but I can't wait to finish, and start some wrist or armwarmers. There are a few different patterns I'm considering (here's one: Voodoo, from Knitty) but let me know if you have a favorite to recommend. This one looks good too!
Booking Through Thursday, right into Friday and Saturday:
- Do you read short stories? I tend to only read short stories by authors whose novels I also like. I think I've read most every F. Scott Fitzgerald short story, after I finished his novels. I've read Agatha Christie's short mysteries, like The Thirteen Problems/Thirteen at Dinner, too. But I don't normally read collections of short stories by all different authors under one cover.
- Why or why not? If I like an author, I'll want to read everything he or she has written. But short stories by authors I'm unfamiliar with aren't satisfying...there are too few pages to really get to know the characters, the landscape.
- What do you like and dislike about short stories? If I like the author, I'll like the short story. The format doesn't sway me either way. Short stories are also good when you don't have a lot of time, or read in big bursts with spaces of time in between; you don't forget the details that you might need to remember in a novel. But I find mostly that they're not satisfying enough because they're too short for an author to give us all that depth and richness that comes with a novel.
On The Nightstand reading update:
I'm still reading A Deadly Yarn by Maggie Sefton, slowly but surely. It's good mind candy, more possibilities for the murderer in this novel than in the previous ones. Abba's Child, the book I was reading for the book group, was a real disappointment. It's rare that I don't make myself finish a book, but I didn't finish this one (I'm one of those "plod through til the end" sort of readers rather than a "life is too short to waste time on bad books" reader). Although the jacket copy seems to advertise it as a book for introverted people like me, who often feel uncomfortable in their own shoes in groups of people or around strangers, the book reads as if the author were writing to himself about his own personal journey towards overcoming who he refers to as "The Impostor (as if it were a person outside himself)." It's written in circles and very confusing, and after page 54 I gave up. Next month's book is called "When God Weeps," and addresses something on my mind of late: Why does God allow suffering and tragedy in the world, a la the Amish school shooting? It is going to be a hard book, but I am looking forward to seeing what the authors have to say.
Alice tagged me for my first meme: Five Things Feminism Has Done For Me. The term feminism means different things to different people depending on your experience, and trying to find a definition in Wikipedia for my kind of feminism was daunting -- there are millions of different subgroups. So the best I can explain it is a 19th century sort of feminism, as you will see from my list:
1. The right to vote, that my vote counts as much as my husband's, and the right to run for office.
2. The blessed gift of education. Education for girls & women used to be considered a waste, other than in the "home arts." If I couldn't go to school or read a million different things and be able to learn whatever I want to learn, and to debate ideas with other men and women (considered "unseemly" by generations past), I don't know what I'd do with myself, but go out of my mind.
3. Corollary to #2 -- to work in a job or profession so that I can support myself, and my husband if I had to (and also because I want to work). If Anne Perry's historical mysteries are any indication, women in Victorian times had it rough. You married for security & survival (I think romance was considered frivolous then), and hoped that your husband treated you well and provided for you. If he (or your father) died and had been a poor money manager (or if you were single or a widow), you were generally out of luck, and at the mercy of another male relative to take you in. You weren't allowed to own or inherit property or manage money. There was no reliable means to support yourself, at least not decently. I'm glad that in my lifetime, those things are different, and I married for love. And I'm glad to see my single friends lead successful & rich lives in their respective career & leisure pursuits -- they are great examples of the talents & contributions of women everywhere. I am very proud of them. And another thing: women doctors. And dentists. And veterinarians. I don't even want to get started on that one. (If C were awake right now, he'd be saying, "yes, please don't get her started!"). (And he would be saying that in fun, because I know he agrees with me. He has the most awesome female GI in the world).
4. Legal protection -- if you didn't vote and you didn't work or manage your own money, you were considered property. Men could legally abuse their wives and the police knew nothing -- forget the modern concepts of rape and assault. Our system isn't perfect by any means, but at least there's one in place now, and the term domestic violence means something.
5. Playing Sports -- I'm smiling as I type this, because before this year I couldn't stand sports and this would never have made my list. But as I have bored you all to death with my newfound love of cycling, you know that I've been going to races all summer with C, and nothing thrills me more than seeing women race around that route with strength and grace. At the race on Columbus Day, there was a woman racing in the 70plus category, and I was so excited I could hardly stand it. Thank goodness for women like Frances Willard, who at 53 risked society's disdain and got on that bicycle, long skirts and all. I have to read her book. As Alice said, I can "run about a lot and get out of breath. That may not sound important but the choice to do it is."
I am so glad for the choices we all have! And I hope you have a wonderful weekend, however you choose to spend it.
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