WEATHER SWEET AND LIGHT

Road trip with Albert.

Huzzah! Success in sleep! Oh so lovely. And Cooder was comfortable enough, the weather having broken, to sleep in her usual places, mostly on my pillow in purring distance of my head. That really makes a difference. And I should get back to sleep now, but I started listening to another book, The Giver, which is kind of a Young Adult novel recommended to me by my fellow blogger and friend, AJB. This book won the Newberry Award in 1994. I was a little dubious at first, but AJB told me that it had a good twist and to hang in there. Now, I can barely stop listening.

The weather was as sweet and light as the best dessert you have ever eaten. Utterly delightful. M, having her Tuesday off and her daughter A only home for a short time before moving West for a job, decided we could all go on a field trip to the Walkway Over the Hudson, a former railroad bridge that has been refashioned as a cool National Park/Historical Site. The weather was pretty darn perfect, if a bit bright and we all enjoyed it immensely.

After a pit stop and tour at Louise's in Rhinebeck, we headed home. The rest of the evening was spent trying to stay awake and listening to The Giver and Crime and Punishment. Well, at least part of that time I was working on cleaning my room, organizing my winter clothes, and duct taping together an ancient dresser drawer that is falling apart. I need to complete some more tasks before I head down to Brooklyn/Manhattan for a few days.

I did read The Brothers Karamazov in the car today. I am having a very challenging time with it. It's very dense and thematically unusual for me, being about Russia, families, sex, and religion, so far. This is not to say that it is bad, but I am so struggling so much just to figure out what the hell is going on at all, that I feel as if I am missing quite a bit. I suppose this is why folks read it more than once. 

From Night and Day:

She lives, you know, one of those odious, self-centered lives—at least, I think them odious for a woman—feeding her wits upon everything, having control of everything, getting far too much her own way at home—spoilt, in a sense, feeling that every one is at her feet, and so not realizing how she hurts—that is, how rudely she behaves to people who haven't all her advantages.


This puts me in mind of the quote that ended my post from a day or two ago,

Obliviousness is a luxury of privilege. - Allison Glock