Self has been reading The Hunger Games trilogy at night — an hour before bedtime, she selects a section of about 50 pages or so. She’s read each book about 10 times since the Catching Fire movie.
She made a wee bit of headway in Divergent.
She also trotted around with her, to coffee bars, the issue of One Story with B. J. Novak’s story (Yes, it’s that B. J. Novak, the one who co-wrote The Office with Mindy Kaling)
This morning, she began reading a new One Story story, Laura Spence-Ash’s “The Remains.”
She had minimal contact with the neighbors. She waved once to John. One of his boys — they’ve gotten so tall! — was pushing a lawn mower around their front yard.
She saw that all her clematis were still alive. The one that used to be against John’s fence, until he replaced the fence and hacked it down, is still alive. But struggling. It probably won’t survive the year. Now, it’s nothing but a clump of dead brown twigs, with small green shoots at the bottom. It used to cover almost half the fence, and every spring for a dozen years it put forth the most magnificent, white flowers. If it dies, self doesn’t think she’ll have either the time or the patience to grow another clematis to that size.
Let’s see, what else did she do this weekend? She returned Black Lamb and Grey Falcon to the library (took nearly a month of her life) and began a new book, The Hemingses of Monticello: An American Family, by Annette Gordon-Reed.
She scanned one of her bookshelves and pulled out a wee pocketbook called Envy. It’s a dictionary. Inside are definitions for:
- acidity (Noun): The measure of bite or acidity in one’s tone
- acidulous (Adjective): A way of speaking that sounds bitter or sharp
- adulation (Noun): Extreme praise, admiration, or flattery, especially of a servile nature
- allege (Verb): To accuse someone of something — usually wrongdoing — without proof.
There’s a quote from Bertrand Russell:
Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.
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