April showers bring Mayflowers.
What do Mayflowers bring?
My brain feels like mush. Can’t. Think. Why am I even blogging? I don’t know.
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, David Sedaris- very funny. I liked this much better than Barrel Fever. At the risk of sounding pretentious, these stories feel warmer, more insightful, and vivid than his last book, Me Talk Pretty One Day. It doesn’t hurt that he’s a damn good writer on top of everything else.
The Hallowed Hunt, Lois McMaster Bujold- I really, really liked this book. I don’t think it’s fair to compare this to the other two Chalion books- like comparing apples to oranges. I really liked the introduction of another spiritual tradition and the way worked in, or didn’t with the religion of the five gods. The Bastard is still my favorite god of all. The two main characters, however, were harder to relate to and love, than, say Cazaril and Ista. Is it weird if I have a tiny crush on Cazaril? I stayed up late reading this last Sunday evening trying to get to the end.
I also read a self help book that covers the basics of cognitive-behavioral therapy.
I burned my left hand today with the wood-burning pen. Working on another little project, decorating a wood box with a, err, burning of what’s supposed to be an apple tree on the top and an apple blossom on the front. Undecided on whether I should paint the background and blossoms, and what to do with the sides and back.