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Dreamed again of That Place I Used to Live In where I left all my books for years and years. Though this time I'd come back to it and was renting it with my upstairs neighbours Jeanette and Juliana from Brunswick. But my books weren't in the closet where I'd left them, the shelves were totally bare, and I was perplexed at what the landlord could have done with them. But on the third floor of the house/ apartment were these drawers and in them were-- something thin stored on their sides: record albums or anime cels or maybe comicbooks in plastic? which were as good as my books, I think.
Rain and thunder at intervals all day. Stop and start, sun comes out and then dark again. Streets have flooded out west though I never noticed the downpours here, either because they didn't happen or because I've been on the couch all afternoon, looking at books from-- um, not my childhood exactly, but adolescence certainly. Egypt Under the Pharaohs by Leonard Cottrell, in which ancient Egyptian generals become old Malaysia hands from Blighty oh dear, and The Last of the Wine, whose print is much tinier than my 17 year old self remembers. Have never been able to read Renault with an open mind since (her early 70s snarking at feminism in The Mask of Apollo) an early master's thesis I read that said, basically, all Renault's heroes have daddy issues and Theseus is a dork. They do and he is.
Rain and thunder at intervals all day. Stop and start, sun comes out and then dark again. Streets have flooded out west though I never noticed the downpours here, either because they didn't happen or because I've been on the couch all afternoon, looking at books from-- um, not my childhood exactly, but adolescence certainly. Egypt Under the Pharaohs by Leonard Cottrell, in which ancient Egyptian generals become old Malaysia hands from Blighty oh dear, and The Last of the Wine, whose print is much tinier than my 17 year old self remembers. Have never been able to read Renault with an open mind since (her early 70s snarking at feminism in The Mask of Apollo) an early master's thesis I read that said, basically, all Renault's heroes have daddy issues and Theseus is a dork. They do and he is.
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SO MANY daddy issues (and mommy issues) in Renault. So many.
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Seems Seattle is getting weather it never used to, like heat and lightning. Rain it should be used to, of course.
I could never live in a place that storms regularly, is one of many reasons you won't find me on the Prairies. Car culture and rednecks being the other. I've outgrown most of my jump scare! reaction to loud claps of thunder, but it took me close to 70 years to do it and I still don't like it. And yes, in wet climates storms just add to the humidity.
There's a biography of Renault. Library has it in non-circulating form and I was half thinking of looking at it to see if there's some explanation of why she was That Way. Back in the more ignorant day there was a phrase, 'the kind of lesbian who'd be happier if she were born a man', and that certainly sounds like her.