I think I’m outta shape in the bread-making departments. Probably a little too nervous to add all the liquid I should have – not wet enough a dough. That’s all. Nothing major. I knew it from the first turn of the dough.
Had a nice dinner with the family – Peg made a delish chicken, corn and potato chowder so with the bread and a salad we all went home with happy tums.
Came home and watched, nay, sobbed over Downton Abbey. Geesh Louise. Way to go to kill off the sweetest baby sister and at the hands of a couple patriarchal men. Way to set off the budding suffragette sister? It’s ok. But damn, I just wasn’t expecting it.
Ironed some fabric and now what? I think there’s some laundry waiting to be put away. I’m sure I can handle that while sniffling over Sybil.
Great hearts steadily send forth the secret forces that incessantly draw great events. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I went in a little skeptical to the first night, what if it turned out that it’s impossible to talk about Emily Dickinson’s poems without dwelling endlessly on the dashes and upper case letters etc? The “careful readings” that had driven me screaming from the Coursera poetry course: What does ‘Whose’ mean? Woods? These are? Who is the ‘I’? AaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaaaa!
Yes, we did mention Emily’s styling a bit and mentioned what other people tried to do with it. I will say that having some facsimiles of her letters was quite illuminating – guess what – that’s how she wrote. Period.
Of course since we started out with a group of people familiar with the world of New England, there was no wild kibbitzing about cedars of the Holy Land, LOL.
None but the Nut – October fit –
Because, through dropping it,
The Seasons flit – I’m taught –
Without the Snow’s Tableau
Winter, were lie – to me –
Because I see – – New Englandly –
The Queen, discerns like me –
Provincially –
From – The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune – Emily Dickinson
This morning I was up and out, a veritable heatwave of 10F outside and off to work I went. Mostly clear sky, a few little wisps of clouds.
I appreciate the determination of anyone who plowed through last night’s report on the poetry conversation. My brain is still roaming around on the subject but I hope I conveyed the main points.
A friend of mine at work reports hearing multiple owls last night around her home and we all scratched our heads wondering what would bring this on.
I heard a report on the absolute devastation that the white nose fungal infection is having on bat populations in many areas. Folks are concerned that already endangered species are at risk but truth is that in some areas even common bat species are experiencing 99% losses of local population. That’s hard to imagine and it will be interesting, in a scary kind of way, to see the effect those losses have on insect populations.
On the “getting better” side of things, a man in Mexico is helping reclaim prairie land by reintroducing the prairie dog to areas where it was once hunted by farmers.
Be careful how you wield the power that you have and know whether you wield it for good or evil…
The best way to persuade people is with your ears—by listening to them.
