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Got another bag filled with linden seedlings and English ivy, then put both bags out for pickup tomorrow. Given that it rained all yesterday, the seeds were oddly dry, for which I am grateful. Had to do my gardening without alcohol because system took exception to Black Russians with no carbs to absorb them. Very much the downside to no bread, because rice and potatoes don't have the same balancing effect.
We return to autumn temperatures for a spell. I may not have to use the A/C again as I did on Sunday and Monday night but this month will still be above average. There are rumours of us going to single digits tonight. However my house still holds the warmth: and in fact a high of 15 with sun is still too warm for a jacket. I shall just sleep with a heavier hoodie and will be fine in my newly plumped up down duvet. Really I should have had that thing cleaned a good ten years ago.
In yesterday's enforced idleness I finally finished Terra Nostra, which kindly fell apart in the last 200 pages so I needn't wonder whether to keep it or not. True, I had to take a break and read David Wishart's version of the emperor Tiberius to counteract Fuentes'. What I also didn't register 40-odd years ago was the very dated attitude that women exist for love and more especially sex and have no other motive for living except that. This, when you're talking about a version of Elizabeth of England, is so wrong-headed as to be laughable. But it seems a commonplace amongst all the (male) Hispanic writers I've come across.
In any case, that's done. I have the latest Flavia Alba on the tablet and may start that biography of Leonardo that's been sitting on the shelf since forever, as a grounding corrective to Fuentes.
We return to autumn temperatures for a spell. I may not have to use the A/C again as I did on Sunday and Monday night but this month will still be above average. There are rumours of us going to single digits tonight. However my house still holds the warmth: and in fact a high of 15 with sun is still too warm for a jacket. I shall just sleep with a heavier hoodie and will be fine in my newly plumped up down duvet. Really I should have had that thing cleaned a good ten years ago.
In yesterday's enforced idleness I finally finished Terra Nostra, which kindly fell apart in the last 200 pages so I needn't wonder whether to keep it or not. True, I had to take a break and read David Wishart's version of the emperor Tiberius to counteract Fuentes'. What I also didn't register 40-odd years ago was the very dated attitude that women exist for love and more especially sex and have no other motive for living except that. This, when you're talking about a version of Elizabeth of England, is so wrong-headed as to be laughable. But it seems a commonplace amongst all the (male) Hispanic writers I've come across.
In any case, that's done. I have the latest Flavia Alba on the tablet and may start that biography of Leonardo that's been sitting on the shelf since forever, as a grounding corrective to Fuentes.