I have been playing at being the dilettante I have always wanted to be, swanning about town and loitering around cafes. I realize there is a term for this other than "dilettante" when you are doing it with a child, and are filling in the spaces between swanning with breastfeeding, asswiping, and wishing you could put her down long enough to take a shower. But it is nonetheless far from unpleasant that the baby finds accompanying me as I wander around buying cheese and coffee the most soothing activity possible. Long may this state of affairs carry on.
And soon I will have an extra-discounted bus pass to go to campus with when I'm not doing any of the above. Paradisiacal.
The vegetables are good too.
The local library does charge fifty cents for interlibrary loan, to which I say Boo to you, California.
Steve: On the other hand, they have multiple copies of Wolf Hall available.
Me: That's because NOBODY READS THEM. Because it's TOO EXPENSIVE.
Especially if you have spent all your money on baby-fueled cheese-buying sprees. I suppose I can find a couple of quarters to rub together for more doses of light fiction. I suppose. I continue to find Angela Thirkell a very satisfactory source of a little something to have read aloud to me, and they cannot bring her out-of-print titles back into print quickly enough.
Someone is in fact putting out some reprint editions, but the order in which they have chosen to bestow their largess is not intuitive. Good thing I can pay my fifty cents and get The Brandons whisked into town at my command. In the meantime I am re-reading Love in a Cold Climate, which is of course excellent as always, but not the same thing.
Also we have watched some movies. Expect a post stuffed full of screenshots shortly.