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Whether it was heat or floods or simply July, who knows, but my reading the last week left me fantodded. The Brides of High Hill was bad enough when it just looked like a Bluebeard trope, but it was the twist that actually did me in. Utterly unexpected after the semi-domesticity of Hidden and Visible Realms.
And then I read Shubeik Lubeik, the graphic novel of an Egypt where wishes are real, kept in bottles like fine wine, and originally controlled by the colonialist powers. Devout Muslims won't use them though of course the various sheikhs will argue if they're really haram or not. There are three grades of wishes, and third-level ones- the most affordable- are now outlawed by the EU and the Egyptian government because they're the monkey's paw ones that backfire spectacularly. But even first-class ones can lead to disaster, not from being used but just by being owned by a lower class person when the corrupt police want to take it from her. It's not that everyone is miserable exactly, but it's not a fun life even for the well-to-do in their gated communities.
Yesterday I stayed in all day and accomplished only laundry. The toilet hasn't been leaking since I adjusted the flap, so I called the plumbers to cancel my appt, given that people's basements are still flooded. I think they have a bunch of WFH people to man the lines, because the first person I got kept dropping the call and having echo rebounds. But she said she'd 'let the office know', so fine. But 90 minutes later I get a text that 'Glenn is on his way', so I called again and got a guy who seemed half stoned. So I had to stay in in case Glenn showed up. He didn't, but that was a waste of a cool sunny day. Today has been warm again, though breezy. Got to the library (Shubeik Lubeik is a doorstopper), had spring rolls and a cocktail at the Manning Pour House, got wine from Loblaws. The LCBO strike is over and stores will be open Tuesday, but stores will also be crowded Tuesday (and Wednesday and Thursday and of course Friday) so I must wait for my vodka. I do wonder how I made it through June on one glass of wine a week
And then I read Shubeik Lubeik, the graphic novel of an Egypt where wishes are real, kept in bottles like fine wine, and originally controlled by the colonialist powers. Devout Muslims won't use them though of course the various sheikhs will argue if they're really haram or not. There are three grades of wishes, and third-level ones- the most affordable- are now outlawed by the EU and the Egyptian government because they're the monkey's paw ones that backfire spectacularly. But even first-class ones can lead to disaster, not from being used but just by being owned by a lower class person when the corrupt police want to take it from her. It's not that everyone is miserable exactly, but it's not a fun life even for the well-to-do in their gated communities.
Yesterday I stayed in all day and accomplished only laundry. The toilet hasn't been leaking since I adjusted the flap, so I called the plumbers to cancel my appt, given that people's basements are still flooded. I think they have a bunch of WFH people to man the lines, because the first person I got kept dropping the call and having echo rebounds. But she said she'd 'let the office know', so fine. But 90 minutes later I get a text that 'Glenn is on his way', so I called again and got a guy who seemed half stoned. So I had to stay in in case Glenn showed up. He didn't, but that was a waste of a cool sunny day. Today has been warm again, though breezy. Got to the library (Shubeik Lubeik is a doorstopper), had spring rolls and a cocktail at the Manning Pour House, got wine from Loblaws. The LCBO strike is over and stores will be open Tuesday, but stores will also be crowded Tuesday (and Wednesday and Thursday and of course Friday) so I must wait for my vodka. I do wonder how I made it through June on one glass of wine a week