Our shiny cat. He's getting more and more secure, sitting close, allowing touches that we initiate. His past losing its grip on him.
Two months ago. I thought I was smiling. Really did.
I want the job I interviewed for, but I have put it behind me for now. Well, mostly. I was never good at forgetting. As J. Austen says, A good memory is unpardonable.
Just read Austen Years: A Memoir in 5 Novels by Rachel Cohen, a clear, sad, hopeful book about loss and life and Jane Austen. So, now I'm reading Mansfield Park - slowly. I've read some Austen before, enjoyed it more than I expected, but did not read it carefully. Preferring to fill in with filmed versions. The literary coward in me holding me back. But in recent years I've come to enjoy re-reading, close reading, slow reading, and it's time to soak in Jane's writing.
It's been an era of grief and rupture, the ground state of humanity.
3 comments:
Good to see you both gradually relaxing ((0))
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If it weren't for money, I'd actually be quite happy to just retire now.
Thanks for sharing the book title, I'll add it to my list. I read a meaty Austen biography by Claire Tomalin a few years ago. (I retain the fact that two of Jane's brothers married and each wife gave birth to eleven children and then died before their husbands.)
Hope the slow reading goes well.
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