. The Seattle Times article put the blame specifically on her supervisor, which makes me furious. The Seattle PI seems to understand the situation better.
But all this brings last spring's emotions back so strongly I'm not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. I tell myself to just suck it up but it's harder than I would ever have thought. I'm sure all my friends and readers are sick of it. I'm sick of it. I keep wondering if this is just how it's going to be from now on. Kind of like when you've had a particular pain for a while and you wonder if this is just life from here on out.
But it's not all bad. Had a lovely dinner with friends last night. I've been loving the stormy weather. The kittens are still a delight and Sophia hasn't peed on me or anywhere else (that we know of and we did use a black light to check around) for over two weeks! Go anti-anxiety drugs! She still terrorizes the kittens periodically, though, and I really, really wish she wouldn't, but I know it's not that she's doing it to be mean. I just have a really, truly, forever unhappy cat.
My Mom phoned this evening to wish me an early happy birthday. We were talking during the sunset, and kept exclaiming about the golden light suffusing everything. Mom saw apricot, but we only got bruise-purples and pinks after the gold. So funny having a conversation where we kept interjecting comments about the current colours. "Apricot!"
Tomorrow I turn 49 for the first time. I'm not sure how many times I will continue to do so. This will likely be the only time, but you never know.
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Listening to the new Tunng album quite a lot. Their strange version of folky experimental pop is delightful.
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This is one of those things that go around the net. The list is the top 106 books marked "unread" on LibraryThing. You're supposed to bold the ones you've read, italize those you've started but didn't finish, strike through the ones you absolutely loath, and underline the ones that are on your to-read list. Add an asterisk to those you've read more than once.
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Crime and Punishment
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Life of Pi: a novel
The Name of the Rose
Pride and Prejudice*
A Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
The Time Traveler's Wife
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Reading Lolita in Tehran: a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Wicked: the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian: a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Count of Monte Cristo
A Clockwork Orange
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible: a novel
Angels & Demons
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility*
The Picture of Dorian Gray
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D'Urbervilles
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time
The Sound and the Fury
Angela's Ashes: A Memoir
The God of Small Things
A People's History of the United States: 1492-present
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon*
Oryx and Crake: a novel
Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics: a Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: an Inquiry into Values
The Three Musketeers
I'm trying to think what this tells me. I think:
A few of the books that I haven't read that aren't on my to-read list we do have and I could read them, but most of the books that I haven't read that are on here I don't care one way or another about and some I suspect I wouldn't like. The ones I started but didn't finish mostly just bored me (yes, I'm sad to say that 100 Years of Solitude and The Life of Pi just didn't interest me enough to make me keep reading. I can't be arsed to start Moby-Dick or War and Peace. I am so not interested in the Ayn Rand. I don't like Atwood enough after reading everything she wrote for years to read the ones of hers on here.
- I've read a lot of books
- I start but don't finish very few books
- I don't loathe many books
So it goes.
This week I bailed halfway through Lane Robins' Maledicte. I feel a little bad about this, but partway through I realized that i just didn't like the characters. I'd started off interested in them but they all did the same things all the time I kept feeling like I'd already read what I'd just read. That probably doesn't make any sense. I wanted to like it, though. I tseemed very stylish to like it.
I raced through a re-read of Eleanor Cameron's children's SF novel about two boys who build a spaceship and travel to a hitherto unknown planetoid not so far from earth, Stowaway to the Mushroom Planet, because in a rush of nostalgia I put a library hold on the rest of the series and wanted to re-read this one first. Quick fun.
I also read Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South, having watched the miniseries a few weeks ago. This is a novel about the daughter of a minister who decides he cannot sign on to some article of faith and gives up his living to teach privately in an industrial city in the north of England. It's a shock to his wife and daughter to be removed from their bucolic life so ubruptly, and to be introduced to such a different type of society than they are used to. Margaret immediately takes a dislike to her farther's new prize pupil, the owner of a local factory. I doubt I'll re-read this but I'll probably watch the miniseries again sometime, and I did like this quite a lot.
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Writing? Did that article say I was a writer?
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