Posts Tagged ‘shallow musings’

Aw bless..

October 16, 2008

Our online pet store has a whole page of products dedicated to calming stressed out pets on Bonfire Night.

Speaking of Bonfire Night, we shall be leaving our pets in the relative calm of our rural location and going to see the Edinburgh fireworks at the zoo. The place is built on a hill, and as such is a good alternative to braving arena hell. Apparently Bonfire Night will be sans bonfire, but fair enough for us, having an asthmatic in our midst.

I’ve been cleaning my office/dining/craft room which has resulted in my consolidating a big pile of books I’ve been meaning to read. So far I’ve found:

-Omnivore’s Dilemma
-Two Caravans
-Chomsky’s Failed States
-Nella Last’s War
-The Age of Consent
-The Consolations of Philosophy (de Botton)
-Consolation of Philosophy (Boethius)
-The Darkness that Comes Before
-Zinn’s People’s History
-1000 Splendid Suns
-Pedagogy of the Oppressed
-Diary of Frida Kahlo
-Proust’s Memory of Things Past
-Nickel and Dimed
-The Old Man and the Sea

So that’s not a huge list, but it’s enough to give me, er, autodidactical guilt. In the back of my mind there’s an itchy voice reminding me that I can’t grow my intellect on Wikipedia and BBC News alone (much as I might wish it) but even with my kids being older and mellow, I don’t do a lot of sitting in environments conducive to reading. The only time I do crack a book is when I’ve gone up to bed, and then it’s a mild and familiar fantasy series to redirect my thoughts from anxious ones as I try to nod off. I don’t think that would be the time for Zinn or Freire, to say the least! Ah well. Someday I’ll get to it, and Nyss and Jos will boggle when their kids extol their granny’s profound erudition. Hehe.

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October 22, 2006

I found myself drawn in by one of those rubbish ‘best 100 somethings’ late-night shows, this one about pop videos. Number one, of course, was Thriller. That end bit where he turns and grins that freaky grin with the demon eyes gives me a fright as much as it did when I was little.

So I discovered why the ME Foundation charity shop closed down, something about financial mismanagement. Now where am I supposed to buy my furniture??

The making of the kids’ cakes was made a fair bit less stressful when they decided at the last moment that they would like to decorate them themselves. They did a fantastic job, has to be said. Joseph, predictably, made a Dalek cake, and Nyssa make a Rapunzel cake with a little princess that looks just like the ones she draws on paper, aww. The house is more or less in order, I can send James to the shop tomorrow for things I’ve forgotten, and I think every is sorted. Strange feeling. I hope the kids don’t think I planned a crap party. In any case, I’m sure to have pictures to post soon.