| Poem for Tuesday |
[Mar. 1st, 2005|12:39 am] |
( Old Coat )
It snowed AGAIN! My kids were home AGAIN! That's five straight days they've had off; I should have taken them to see the beach in the snow or something. And we're supposed to get another two inches overnight, and the county-wide test of the schools is supposed to start tomorrow (you know, those idiotic tests they spend all year teaching for -- the test, not the education). Sigh. We painted model dragons and played Pokemon Master Trainer (well, some of us played and I watched) and I cleaned the stove -- let that tell you how desperate I become, stuck in the house.
( Snow pictures. Would love some opinions. )
![[info]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif) bronzelionel and rose_whispers, your journals were in read-only mode for-effing-ever tonight, so I will say here: re: Tennyson: In that particular era I'm inclined to say unfortunately no, probably unthinkable (even more so for Tennyson than Aubrey/Maturin despite the sodomy laws at sea, I suspect) -- wouldn't mind at all if you could prove me wrong though. And good luck, will miss you, hurry back!
And gblvr: I may have to call you if the county delays school opening. Would half an hour later work? |
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| Notes on 'The Wine-Dark Sea' |
[Mar. 1st, 2005|03:54 pm] |
Sequel to this post about my favorite moments from The Nutmeg of Consolation and The Truelove (Clarissa Oakes), with the rest to be found filed under "O'Brian":
( My favorite moments from 'The Wine-Dark Sea'. )
Stephen getting choked up as he sails away from Jack gives me chills -- and this from a man who thinks Jack cries too easily. *g* |
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