Books read
Brunch with my Aunt Kathy at the parental abode. Mom made an egg dish that was soft and savory, and she baked apples until they were soft enough for me to eat. Ohhhhh what a good idea. I think I will have another one soon. Probably not tonight -- I have enough other things to eat -- but definitely soon. I love baked apples, and she omitted the nuts from them in the baking (passing them around for everyone else to use as a garnish), and it was a very fine thing. Also it is trivially easy to bake a single apple, so I don't have to make a ton of them and then wonder who on earth is going to help me eat them.
Improvement. Still pain. But improvement. Yay.
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Now I'm reading John Boswell's The Kindness of Strangers: The Abandonment of Children in Western Europe from Late Antiquity to the Renaissance. So far he is spending a lot of time arguing with other historians. Watching historians fight often amuses me. In fact, I think I'm going to get myself some water and flop on the couch with my book and see if there's a puppy interested in some time with a monkey who is sensibly willing to stay put. (This is a problem she often has with monkeys.)
Improvement. Still pain. But improvement. Yay.
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Now I'm reading John Boswell's The Kindness of Strangers: The Abandonment of Children in Western Europe from Late Antiquity to the Renaissance. So far he is spending a lot of time arguing with other historians. Watching historians fight often amuses me. In fact, I think I'm going to get myself some water and flop on the couch with my book and see if there's a puppy interested in some time with a monkey who is sensibly willing to stay put. (This is a problem she often has with monkeys.)