Today is World Pangolin Day.
Fun pangolin facts: Continue reading
I just realized that today is Valentine’s Day (candy sale tomorrow, folks) so I’m putting up Good Book Thursday eight hours early so we can talk about romance novels we love and great romantic subplots and whatever else bookish you want to talk about. Happy Valentine’s Day, Argh People!
February is Creative Romance Month.
Yeah, there are a lot of ways to go with that. Creative writing, creative ways to express love, creative . . .
Googling for this one was odd.
It snowed. Then it rained. Now we have two days of freezing temps day and night. Nope, not going out in that, I’ll just sit here and read. Currently trying to decide if I want to spent $17* on an e-book. It’s the latest Ian Rutledge, and those are very well written although I have some issues with them, probably due to having binged eighteen of them in ten days, but $17 buys a lot of yarn. On the other hand, freezing rain. Hmmmm.
What are you reading?
*I was wrong, that was the hardcover. The e-book is $12.99.
I’m admitting defeat. I cannot get Nita into four acts as per my usual plan. I have diagrammed and sliced and diced and it’s not working. As Einstein supposedly said, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” I am not getting different results. So the rest of this post is me brainstorming how to do this differently. This is serious business; there is graph paper involved.
February is Bird-Feeding Month.
I love bird feeders but we’re not supposed to have them because of bears. (I remember visiting Pat Gaffney once, and watching her yell out at the window at a huge black bear that was snacking on her bird feeder. The bear ignored her, which isn’t easy to do with Pat.) I keep thinking if I can hang a feeder high enough on the house away from trees (we have a lot of trees), maybe it would work and I could watch the birds again, but bears climb, and the idea of waking up and seeing a bear looking in my bedroom window while he snacks is not attractive. And then, of course, there are the squirrels.
Feed the birds because I can’t. Thank you.
(It’s also Library Lovers Month, but that’s pretty much all year round here, so I went with the birds.)
The early bird gets the earworm:
It’s Groundhog Day and Punxsutawney Phil has seen his shadow, which in theory is six more weeks of winter. But it turns out, there are groundhogs that disagree and predict an early spring. Including one guy who bit a journalist, which I would also do if I were a groundhog on February 2. So there is reason to hope. (Mostly I just wanted to post this picture.)
And now I must go watch the best movie Bill Murray ever made. (Yes, it’s better than Caddyshack.)
It’s the month of the dead. Let’s think about love.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnet 43, 1845
One of the reasons I love this poem, aside from the fact that’s it’s an amazing declaration of love from a wonderful real life love story, is because I taught this in a high school English class once, and a boy told me, “I would kill to have a girl say that to me.” When you get high school boys loving poetry, you’ve written a good poem.
But my favorite Barrett poem is still Sonnet 14:
“If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love’s sake only.
Do not say, “I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day”—
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry:
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love’s sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love’s eternity.”
Or as some dude once put it, “Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds . . . ” (Sonnet 116.)
Since February is the month of the dead, I’ve decided to read mysteries until March. Of course, it’s also the month with Valentine’s Day in it, so there may be romances in there, too. What’s your poison for February reading?