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Wednesday, January 24th, 2024 06:52 pmMy brother has been trying to get out to see me for three days now. Monday was too late, Tuesday was sloppy snow, today was sloppy snow kinda sorta melting in the rain. We'll manage it eventually. Today was also my first day out since Sunday, involving an hour's cupping and acupuncture up the street, and then wrestling the recycle bin out for pickup. There's also a bag of cardboard that should go out too, and another bag of green waste for the green bin, but it's stil raining. Also the green bin is cowering behind the recycle when it should be sitting beside it, but I want to discourage the dog walkers from putting their bags inside it.
Green bin didn't go out last week because the catch was frozen shut. Or rather, frozen open. But I wasn't going to leave an open green bin out all night. That's asking for dog walkers or raccoons, whichever comes first.
Thus I have been sitting inside reading brainless mysteries.
Finished:
Christie, 4:50 from Paddington and Nemesis
-- my Marple read-through was in 2018, and how did it get to be six years ago? Luckily I've forgotten all the plots
Marske, A Power Unbound
-- long, but made shorter by skipping all the many many sex scenes, but made longer by the downstairs tablet suddenly refusing to DL the copy it was perfectly happy with earlier in the day, and the upstairs tablet needing charging. Meanwhile the number of people waiting for a copy kept increasing by the day. No way I could keep it three weeks. People probably do read more ebooks in the winter, but the fact that interlibrary loans for the dead tree version are still not possible doesn't help. Things at the library are supposed to start getting back to normal in February, so fingers crossed.
Davis, The Grove of the Caesars
-- Flavia Albia, hopscotching because some of her kindle books are more expensive than others.
Reading now:
Davis, A Comedy of Terrors
-- gangsters, yawn
Christie, Lord Edgware Dies
-- I half think I half remember this one
Wossname, The Master and Margarita
-- desultory, but I suppose I must finish it
Austen, Sense and Sensibility
-- time I reread Austen. It's been a good 50 years now. S&S is my front room bicycle reading and I haven't been bicycling because the sofa is comfier and warmer. But I shall get back to it. Incandescens gave me an amazon gift card for my birthday and one of the things I bought with it, besides scads of cheap Flavia Albias, was the sound track of Losey's Don Giovanni. Which arrived today, which is incentive to bicycle again because the front room is where the boombox and the machine both are.
Next?
Not a clue
Green bin didn't go out last week because the catch was frozen shut. Or rather, frozen open. But I wasn't going to leave an open green bin out all night. That's asking for dog walkers or raccoons, whichever comes first.
Thus I have been sitting inside reading brainless mysteries.
Finished:
Christie, 4:50 from Paddington and Nemesis
-- my Marple read-through was in 2018, and how did it get to be six years ago? Luckily I've forgotten all the plots
Marske, A Power Unbound
-- long, but made shorter by skipping all the many many sex scenes, but made longer by the downstairs tablet suddenly refusing to DL the copy it was perfectly happy with earlier in the day, and the upstairs tablet needing charging. Meanwhile the number of people waiting for a copy kept increasing by the day. No way I could keep it three weeks. People probably do read more ebooks in the winter, but the fact that interlibrary loans for the dead tree version are still not possible doesn't help. Things at the library are supposed to start getting back to normal in February, so fingers crossed.
Davis, The Grove of the Caesars
-- Flavia Albia, hopscotching because some of her kindle books are more expensive than others.
Reading now:
Davis, A Comedy of Terrors
-- gangsters, yawn
Christie, Lord Edgware Dies
-- I half think I half remember this one
Wossname, The Master and Margarita
-- desultory, but I suppose I must finish it
Austen, Sense and Sensibility
-- time I reread Austen. It's been a good 50 years now. S&S is my front room bicycle reading and I haven't been bicycling because the sofa is comfier and warmer. But I shall get back to it. Incandescens gave me an amazon gift card for my birthday and one of the things I bought with it, besides scads of cheap Flavia Albias, was the sound track of Losey's Don Giovanni. Which arrived today, which is incentive to bicycle again because the front room is where the boombox and the machine both are.
Next?
Not a clue
