Happened by a garage sale today given by a young woman with some tastes fairly similar to mine, apparently. I picked up Rousseau's Confessions, On Liberty by John Stuart Mill, An Inquiry into Meaning and Truth by Bertrand Russell, and Composicion - Proceso y sÃntesis, textbook and workbook, all for $2.50.
I grew up on pop music. I still like a lot of pop. I really like 70's rock, and I've come to a whole new appreciation of Bowie, Joni Mitchell - a lot of stuff I underappreciated when it was on the radio. (And sure, I'm still a big Styx fan. I really love Big Bang Theory, especially Tommy's songs.)
Over the weekend I read a children's book, The Kitchen Madonna.
It was a gift from a friend of my mom's, sent via Mom.
When I was a child, I loved a book called The Diddakoi, by Rumer Godden. It was about a gypsy girl, and I loved reading about her caravan and her love for horses as much as about her finding friendship and a caring family.
Mostly I loved the caravan.
The Kitchen Madonna is another Rumer Godden book.
A lot of folks I know have been unhappy about the grey skies and rain here lately, but I love it. It's reassuring to get some water, for one thing (California is a drought state, after all), but besides that, we've gotten some really beautiful indigo skyscapes, big dark deep deep blue clouds covering the whole sky, with just the occasional ragged gap to let a planet shine through ... or the moon.
The other night, driving back from dinner, hail started pummelling the car. It was wonderful. I love the sound of rain (or hail) pounding on the windshield and the roof.
A year ago, I was explaining blogs to a friend, and I wrote an example blog entry to show the sort of thing I would write, if I had a blog.
Herewith, then, that blog entry, from February 2006:
I'm posting this so I can claim this blog on Technorati.
I actually have no idea what this entails.
However, this should link to my brand new Technorati Profile.
As they say in programming books, "Hello, world."
Today I made a mess of lentil soup. (Literally.) A pound of lentils, an enormity of water, carrots and celery and potatoes, several leaves of lacy purple and latticed-red-and-green chard, served with very garlickly garlic bread. Just splendid.
And then putting up the leftovers, of course, they get all over the sink and the counter. Ah well. It'll be nice, though, having soup for Sunday dinner, and probably for lunch on Friday. Likely to be enough left over to freeze, too.
A big batch of soup every month seems to be a Good Thing. I think I'll try white bean soup in March.