My week of ambition
There is PTO to use before year end. I took off this entire week despite no travel plans for Thanksgiving. I never can sleep late, my body doesn't do that, so I am up at at 'em long before the 7:15 AM sunrise.
It actually feels nice to get dressed first thing in the morning. Too often, because I work at home, I neglect clothing until the afternoon. This week I'm all about warm socks, jeans, and sweaters instead of a slippers, a robe, and sweats.
Sheila still has to work. Today she has a very early shift. Her vampire genes prevent her from enjoying sunrises like I do.
"But honey, it's not that bad. It's still very dark out as you get ready for work!"
"Shut up, Bob."
For the rest of this week I'm wearing a garlic clove to bed.
Rather than sit around in my robe, surfing the Internet or binging TV shows, I have been cleaning and organizing--while fully dressed.
The clutter of a hallway closet bothered me. I took out everything. When I put it all back in an organized fashion I saw we have enough shampoo, sunscreen, and bug spray to last the next twelve years.
That situation is a byproduct of a messy closet: Don't see what you need? Buy more. That happened in one of the kitchen cabinets I cleaned. We have enough tinfoil to protect us from a fleet of black helicopters.
Outside the Christmas light are installed. My motorcycle got re-winterized after the past weekend's jaunt. Some late falling leaves are now mulch. And that was just Monday.
I have been reading books too. Recently I finished David Sedaris' most recent one and really liked it. Yesterday I started one of his others, a "best of me" collection. Didn't care for it one bit. I read a few pages from different chapters, but nothing caught my interest. Today that book goes back to the library. Someone on a podcast read a piece by the author Patrick McManus the other day, about the difference between a creek and a crick. It was beautiful and funny. I'm going to get some of McManus' books today.
And finally, during weeks like this I don't treat myself to nice restaurant meals. The fridge and freezer should be devoid of leftovers by the weekend (barring any turkey we bring home from hosts on Thanksgiving). I'm trying to use up even non-perishable foods in the cabinets. That helps my cleaning and organizing too.
Should a zombie apocalypse occur this Sunday, I won't even have a day's worth of food on hand. That is my goal.
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idk if this is, like, cheesy to say out loud, but i really really like thanking god for the littlest things. elevator opens at the exact time i need to get in? thank you! my favorite snack is refilled in the vending machine! god’s work, baby! i narrowly avoid tripping over a sidewalk curb? holy spirit is looking out for me!
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Just a random thought on "The Second Stain", at least as presented by Granada Holmes.
For a WIP I've been looking into the (cursory) workings of 19th-century British politics and also how it operated in the realm of society. It seems interesting to me that 1) Lady Hilda seemingly knows nothing about politics, and 2) that her husband desires to keep her so far out of its affairs. Female relatives, especially wives, of upper-class politicians were often indispensable to them through their social functions. They could bring influential people together by being seen at key social events, involving themselves with philanthropic and charitable activities, hosting dinners and dances, and taking part in activism (such as the Primrose League), among other things. Many times their web of friends, relatives, and even lovers could bring valuable 'ins' for them and their husbands. Also, even if they were not expressly educated on the subject at home of boarding or finishing school, many came from families with some involvement in politics (as the heads of the aristocracy held seats in the House of Lords, for example) and grew up with it in their natural environment. Some of the most influential hostesses of that era that come to mind are Lady Jennie Churchill, mother of Winston Churchill and wife to Lord Randolph Churchill; Hannah de Rothschild, later Countess of Rosebery and wife to former Prime Minister Archibald Primrose; and Margot Asquith, second wife to former Prime Minister H. H. Asquith.
Obviously, there are exceptions to this fact -- men could make it to the top without wives to help them along. Gladstone, four times the Prime Minister between 1868 and 1894 had a wife that was rather shy; and Arthur Balfour had no wife at all. Although they were anomalies, it could be that Trelawney Hope is among them, and takes rather a more... traditional? line of thought when it comes to women's roles.
(Also, fun fact: in the episode, but not in the canon, Holmes mentions that she is the daughter of the Duke of Belminster. Therefore she is addressed as 'Lady Hilda Trelawney Hope'. Her husband, on the other hand, is just addressed as plain old 'Mr.' This is because daughters of earls could keep their titles if they married down, even to a commoner)
Source: edwardian promenade (my beloved)
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Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth / Ada Limon, "Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds" / Sarah Ruhl, The Clean House and Other Plays / Tamsyn Muir, "The Unwanted Guest"
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Image 1: --whole body surging in spasm. Gideon's heart started up again. Before she could move, Palamedes was there, and with terrible tenderness-- though they were alone in the room and the world alike-- he kissed the back of Dulcinea's hand.
Image 2: There once was a very great American surgeon named Halsted. He was married to a nurse. He loved her-- immeasurably. One day Halsted noticed that his wife's hands were chapped and red when she came back from surgery. And so he invented rubber gloves. For her. It is one of the great love stories in medicine. The difference between inspired medicine and uninspired medicine is love.
When I met Ana, I knew:
I loved her to the point of invention.”
Image 3: "The Warden,” she said, “has been exchanging letters with Dulcinea Septimus for twelve years. He’s been—a weenie—over her. One of the reasons he became the heir of the House was to meet her on even footing. His pursuit of medical science was entirely for her benefit."
Image 4:
Palamedes: (Pause) Look-- I doubt I'll get another chance to say this, so...
Voice: Don't. You don't have to.
Palamedes: I loved you. I love you still. I would have worked out how to love you better over time.
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