January 30th, 2012
|07:39 am - Beginning of Week, End of Month: Perspective|
While tomorrow is actually the last day of the month, today feels like it to me. (In the dayjob, tomorrow is pay-day, hurrah, and thus February to my mind.) Four items about shifting perspective:
*I've been going slowly through Craig Miner's history West of Wichita: Settling the High Plains of Kansas (a Christmas gift from my father; I'd requested Kansas history from him because he could patronize his local bookshop, but the book is interesting on its own). Last night I read the following paragraph, laughed out loud, and then called him to share it --
To understand the initial impressions of the climate and prospects of western Kansas, it should be remembered that Coronado had someone strangle the guide who led him there.
ME, through my giggles, thinking of the dry understatement of the 'it should be remembered' and the perfect rhythm of the surprise sentence-ending: Isn't that hilarious?
DAD: [a reluctant chuckle] Well, perhaps not for the guide.
*I read Martha Wells' The Cloud Roads, an unusual second-world fantasy, on Kindle this weekend -- in which misidentification, a problem of perspective, is central to the plot. (Side-note: I got it on an Amazon giveaway, which means that I will feel tremendously guilty if I don't buy at full price her followup The Serpent Sea, just released...)
*Yesterday I Fabuloso-ed the kitchen and living-room floors (hands and knees, thirty minutes, a nice bit of exercise), and when everything was dry, I put back the living-room rug, a 5' by 7' cream-and-fluff piece. Thinking vaguely about wear and tear, I flipped it 'round so that the side which had been under the couch was now the open side, and vice versa.
Oh man, that rug needs cleaning. I wouldn't have noticed it, had I not turned it 'round.
*That act of Fabuloso-ing (and moving most of the furniture out) discombobulated the Blonde Dog something awful. Halfway through my hands-and-knees action, I sat back with crossed legs whilst wringing out the rag, and the Blonde One, eyes big and anxious, appeared from hiding, climbed into my lap, and leaned heavily. "Don't," she seemed to say, "don't mess up my world."
She's still not sure it was a good idea....
Just a matter of perspective. ;-) May your day be wonderful, with only good realizations!
|Date:||January 30th, 2012 12:48 pm (UTC)|| |
Pets the Small Blonde Dog of Fabulosod.
The Blonde Dog of Emo sends you snuggles in return. ;-)
Ah yes, it's all a matter of perspective. :-)
I've been downloading free-or-cheap stories from the depths of Amazon, thanks to the Kindle. I never knew this stuff existed in Amazon's underbelly (that sounds gross, but you know what I mean)! And downloading some things I would never get in hard copy. And would never want to be seen reading in hard copy. :-)
Yes, the Kindle makes a book with a horrific cover much more palatable, doesn't it? ;-)
Cheers, A! [hugs]
Oh Blonde One, be strong!
The Blonde One is currently pouting with extreme prejudice. But then, when is she not?
O, Kansas! (and yet, "it" is mostly not remembered, so someone's doing some decent PR work, I guess?)
Poor, poor SBD. I know exactly how she feels!
May your world be ordered just to your taste today and this week and onward....
And a Fabuloso day to you too, C! (Poss. without the cleaning, hee.)
Have a wonderful day too!
Happy happy day to you, T!
Floor sounds gorgeous, and hope the Blonde One forgets the trauma soon.
The floor is at least clean and faintly lavender-scented. But this will pass as soon as Miss Blonde tracks in sand to signify her pique... ;-)
Happy day to you!
I'm out of Fabuloso and so can't clean a thing until I remember to pick it up at the store.
At least that's what I'm telling myself. ;-)
Heee. Well, I have to say that I should have cleaned my floors, oh, a month ago. So it's totally the same thing in procrastination!
I guess Fabuloso is not so fabuloso as far as the Blonde Dog is concerned!
That IS a hilarious quote...
I'm not sure if the Blonde Dog objects more to the fresh lavender scent or to the fact someone (all right, I moved the furniture without permission. :-)
Hugs and laughs, Gwynne!
You too, L! Cheers!
That quote left me giggling too, albeit belatedly, as rainkatt and I spent the weekend deep in spindle and spinning wheel lessons with the amazing Abby F.
After the round trip to the airport and all the end of month mayhem at the home office and B's warehouse where I am currently doing slave labor, I am only now catching up.
I envy your clean floors, but the Lucy cat is in total agreement with her highness about changes to her world.
Hugs and bubbly all round!
ALH! I was thinking about you and Rainkatt this weekend, and hoping you were having fun. Sounds like you did. :-))
Hugs and bubbly to you!