Wednesday, 25 January 2017
I briefly emerged from my reading lair for dinner with Dave, Melissa and Allan at the Depot Restaurant. Sometimes it is easier to briefly emerge than to try to explain the desire for long stretches of non peopling. I don’t have to make too many words with with Dave and Mel.
Then I returned to hibernation for another six days.
I read books, with many distractions from looking at the news.
Books that I managed to read, or, in the case of the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, re-read:
Tuesday, 30 January 2017
On his daily walks, Allan had seen signs of spring.He found a narrow new path along the south side of Ilwaco’s Black Lake. For years, this had been private property that the city wanted to acquire in order to make it possible to walk all the way round the lake.
The path emerges behind the high school, where Allan found a mini farm.
At home, Skooter wanted to claim a belated birthday present mailed to Allan by his brother, Rob.
Later, here is Skooter after playing with his catnip Kitty Karrot from Snooter Doots:
Wednesday, 31 January 2017
I finished What Does it Mean to Be White?
This and Waking Up White slammed home for me that the reason we can afford, now, to take a couple of months off during the cold season is because of small inheritances that Allan and I each got from our mothers. (When on rare occasion I tell people how much money, they think it is so very little, but it does give us a cushion to rest on in winter.) The reason our parents had accumulated a bit of money began when each of our fathers (and my uncle, who financially helped my parents) came back from WWII and were able to use the GI bill, education assistance, and reasonably priced mortgage loans that were not available to returning black soldiers.
I have been doing a great deal of thinking about this.
The first day of chilly sun and little wind inspired me to take a brief stroll in the garden.I did manage to get quite a few hellebores clipped back (of last year’s leaves)—my first gardening accomplishment this year. My back had been badly out for four of my reading days, so I was glad to be recovered enough to garden at all.
The last day of January was my last day of the longest stretch of non peopling time that I had achieved during staycation (9 days except for that Depot dinner). Next year, I will try to do better, if I still feel the need.