Unsteady three-part harmony comes from the end of the house. Our milk has gone sour, but at least we have a fridge in our house, which is more than I can say for our temporary residence. We're in our apartment now, getting settled, learning to live with a dog who seems to believe that since she cannot wear panties, then she must chew them up in order to legitimate her own female-ness (bitch). I'm also learning to live without much daily routine. It's terribly hard to get up at a different time each day, get home at a different time, at least work is basically the same everyday, but retail doesn't lend itself to routine. I don't know if this is what I should do all year. Last week I got the question, "is this your primary job?" and it made me feel a little insecure. What should I be doing? Do you have a better idea? Right now the only thing I really want to do is be in grad school researching and writing papers. Damn GRE, damn applications, why must they loom ahead of me like this?
On Labor Day Mom and Dad and I went down to Plymouth and the Cape. I was dissappointed in Plymouth Rock. What I saw was a paperweight compared with what I was expecting. The Mayflower II, though, that was impressive, especially after reading The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle this summer. (Speaking of children's books, I tried reading Eragon last week, but it was so damn cliche I couldn't take it anymore, has anyone made it through this book?) Plymouth Plantation was great. I love re-enactors, and the houses we went in all had a smoky, musty smell. That smell will stay with me long after I forget the things I saw at the plantation. The Cape was amazing. We didn't make it down very far, just to Sandwich, but there we walked down the boardwalk through the salt marsh to the beach. There were some kids fishing for crabs over the side of the boardwalk and stopping to talk to them and help them was one of the highlights of my day. When I was little we caught crawdads in the ditch. Oh, to be a child of Cape Cod.
Posted by linnea at September 6, 2005 11:17 PMLinny darling, THANK you for your Eragon comment. Yes yes yes and yes - I agree. I made it through, but it was an extreme test of will. I have no desire to pick up Eldest. Also, ALL my sympathies about retail. At least you have a time limit on being a Barnes and Noble whore. My bookselling whoredom stretches before me, limited only by the potential fertility of my uterus. Will I have to buy my way out of retail sales with Motherhood? Hmmm.....
Posted by: Elliot at September 7, 2005 5:43 PMI am currently three-fourths of the way through Eragon. Yes, it is cliche. I'll finish it, though, because I've invested this much time in it. My impression? Author reads Tolkein, tries to update language, loses mythological flavor, and ends up stale. I also hate psychological intramusing that simply repeats what the reader ALREADY knows!!!!
PS your disillusionment with Plymouth Rock reminds me of my first impression of Stonehenge. It was just sitting by the side of the highway: field, hedge, sheep, Stonehenge, hedge, field...wait! That was it? I guess I expected some sort of mist with slightly bluish light to surround the stones. Once you get up close, though, the experience is much more satisfactory.
Posted by: funkefreak at September 8, 2005 9:25 AMall over america women are burning dinners
sooooooooo..... is this the damn dinners????