November 11th, 2005

formal

Red poppies.

They think it's Veterans' Day, but it's really Armistice Day. I don't have anything against honoring veterans, but...we thought we were going to end wars once, and I think that's worth remembering all by itself.

If you haven't read Pat Barker's WWI trilogy, do. Worth every second. I need to pick up copies myself, since I borrowed them from David-in-California and don't have my own. I also love L.M. Montgomery's Rilla of Ingleside, and I've got a dozen things on my "to read" list on this topic.

I've talked before about how the very concept of fandom -- that people who liked the same books as me might have other things in common with me, too -- was a revelation when I was a kid. That there were other people who would find the same things important, not just one at a time but in groups. In practical terms, what this means is that while most of the rest of the world doesn't even think to make me cry on Armistice Day, my friendslist is extremely good at posting and linking the stuff that makes me lose it entirely. Like the war poets, and like this.
getting by

Laundromat

When I was having a long string of dysosmic events in the laundromat, did I need to be hit on by three separate men? I did not. Usually I am Captain Go-for-it where these things are concerned: I will say no politely to polite offers, because that's where I am in my life, but I'm not offended to be asked -- go right ahead and ask, and as long as you're polite, people should be polite in return. But I am exhausted, and I keep smelling things funny, and I was wrestling a king-sized duvet from washer to dryer, and I was the only woman in a fairly secluded laundromat, so was I comfortable? I was not.

And then the dryer started making funny smells aside from the dysosmia, machine-oil smells, so I took my mostly-dry duvet out and ran.

I did not even find $5, so this story can't even be saved with the universal ending of, "And then I found $5." But I did get myself an apple fritter, which stayed an apple fritter the entire time I was eating it, so that counts for something, I suppose.

I'm going to turn down social offers and then go collapse on the couch for awhile. I have more stuff I want to talk about, but, echh, laundromat, bleh.