Rambling Round and Round

Just typed out all the numbers for seven quick takes and then thought, I don't think I can make it to seven. That's so many. Maybe sometime Jen could shake it up and do one quick take, or really live wildly and do three. Especially since my takes are falling into the same pattern over and over–funny things the children say, weird things in the bible, how did the week go, etc. Perhaps it gets boring. It must occassionaly be boring. On the other hand, I like fixed parameters, in writing. The boundary lines help focus the mind, something this modern age, and me in particular, could probably do with a touch more of.

The children did say funny things, of course, and I did read the bible. And we were our ordinary busy selves. And the house remained sort of picked up. And we had a variety of interesting visitors. And Elphine made some light fluffy scones. Pity she wasn't born two hundred years ago when she could have been a repressed uneducated homemaker with dozens of children. I think she would have really enjoyed that. On the other hand, maybe she'll turn out to be an educated “liberated”, cough, whatever that means, homemaker with dozens of children.

Hmm, what else. Confirmed in my love of Barbara Pym. The beginning of Jane and Prudence, which I am loving so much, is worth giving to you as a little gift for the weekend.

“…But she had been quickly disillusioned. Nicholas' first curacy had been in a town where she had found very little in common with the elderly and middle-aged women who made up the greater part of the congregation. Jane's outspokenness and her fantastic turn of mind were not appreciated; other qualities which she did not posses and which seemed impossible to aquire were apparently necessary. And then, as the years passed and she realized that Flora was to be her only child, she was again conscious of failure, for her picture of a clergyman's wife included a large Victorian family like those in the novels of Miss Charlotte M. Yonge.

'At least I have had Flora, even though everybody else here has had at least two children,' she said, speaking her thoughts aloud to anybody who happened to be within earshot.

'I haven't,' said Prudence a little coldly, for she was conscious on these occasions of being still unmarried, though women of twenty-nine or thirty or even older still could and did marry judging by other announcements in the Chronicle. She wished Jane wouldn't say these things in her rather bright loud voice, the voice of one used to addressing parish meetings.”

So there you are. There are piles of stuff to do this weekend especially as next week we will be at Camp of the Woods up in the Adirondacks. Going to go dig out some winter things because I think it will be chilly, beautiful but chilly. And try to get the car cleared out so that we don't take a lot of garbage with us. It's one thing to drive lots and lots of actual trash around town all the time–wrappers and horrid left over food and socks and shoes and spoilt books–it's another to drive it all three hours away.

I don't know about the capability of blogging while I'm away. I won't say that I'm definitely not going to, but I won't be surprised if I don't manage it. Come September I'm going to try to start posting every day, not just Monday through Friday. Going from three to five days was difficult but interesting, and I think it might be nice to push forward for the last two days. Of course, that will be just one more opportunity to fail myself, but that's always there anyway.

Hope you all have a lovely weekend.