Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils farm-house at the garden's end.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson, "The Snow-Storm"
I had so hoped for more snow this winter. We don't get much here in Sancerre, but today, I got my wish and it looks like it should snow tomorrow, too. Now, if only it would stick and that rain that they are predicting for Saturday would pass us by. Because I enjoy the snow, I did not have an ugly day. that is to say, I *did* open the shutters and I *did* go out for a walk, but I respected the *ugly* bit and went out in my sweats with unbrushed hair and no makeup. Yay, winter!!! when one can put on a big coat and knitted cap.
In the spirit of falling snow, I will now sprinkle you with bits of information that you may or may not want to know:
What I'm currently reading: La Révolution des Fourmis by Bernard Weber
La Vie des Hommes de la Préhistoire by Brigitte et Gilles Delluc.
The last Very Bizarre Thing to happen to me: I was awoken at 3am by my neutered cat Tiboy frenetically humping by back. Thank God it is winter and I had a very thick duvet over me. Is this something only French cats do?
Movie I will never be ashamed of loving: The Goonies
Crits today: one offshop
Words written today: 600 (so far)
What I'm currently working on: chapter 46, in which I'm trying to convincingly convey Attraction
Reason for last night's insomnia: the blossoming of a delightful plan to get rid of a VAC (very annoying character)
My oddball observation of the day: The consumption of asparagus gives one's urine a funny smell.
The French word that I think everyone should know: fainéant adj: idle: unwilling to do anything ; noun: somebody lazy: somebody who is regarded as lazy
Writing fact about me: I am a putter-inner. It is a rare thing indeed for my revisions to entail the substantial cutting of wordage. My chapters always grow when I open them to give them a read-through for whatever reason.
The funnest thing I did today: Observed the different shapes of snowflakes falling on the Velux in my bathroom. Seriously.
Second funnest thing I did: cranked up my speakers and sang and played air guitar to Whiskey in the Jar by Metallica. Yes, frigg I know that is "so 80's" :o)
My most pleasurable moment: the hour and a half I spent floating in my bubble bath to the candle's flickering.
And a closing poetry snippet:
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white—then melts for ever;
--Robert Burns from "Tam o' Shanter"