That isn't wholly true, of course. Remember that paper on Hugo, Dickens and Tolstoy I'm supposed to write? Still not a jot or tittle down. I have high hopes for tomorrow. Another day off, it looks like.
The wife and I did some shoveling which was quite fun though from the outside it looked like work (about an hour later it really felt like work). I am very happy to have enjoyed the time with my "help mate." It was a good morning. The afternoon wasn't bad either. I put together a lesson plan because I was supposed to get observed tomorrow, and we thought it best to be prepared despite our doubts that there would be school. I'm happy with the lesson, and have hopes that it will go well.
So Hugo, Dickens, and Tolstoy will have to wait till tomorrow. God has certainly given me more that enough time, so I'm pretty short of excuses. Thankfully I'm also still interested in the subject. I'm not trying to re-invent the wheel here, just doing a comparative study of three authors and how there writings were influenced by and influenced the 19th century. I'm hoping that this study will give me a better perspective on what we write about today.
I'm also considering starting another blog project in which I reflect one chapter of the Psalms at a time. I may write it in my own words or write my own poetry in response to it. I think it will be a very unique way to do a study.
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New layout. Don't like.
ReplyDeleteIt's not bad. Just different.
Garth says: "We fear change."
I'm reading Tolstoy's "Anna Karenina" right now. Just a few chapters to go. Read Dicken's "Bleak House" last year, never read Hugo.
ReplyDeleteI'm so jealous of all that snow! I really miss the mid-atlantic snow storms. You never know what you're going to get each winter. Here, it's always nothing to speak of, further north, you can count on lots of snow every year, but in the mid atlantic, every year is a surprise.
The snow was fun for about 30 minutes when it was first falling and pretty, back in December. Now it's ugly, dirty, constant work, and a source of perpetual winter misery. It's definatly better on paper than reality. Trust me, you don't really miss it, you miss the idea of it!
ReplyDeleteYour probably right. But I fancy that my life actually fits very nicely in the context of a perpetual blizzard. We don't go anywhere because someone has to nap from 9:30 to 11:30 and then again from 1:30 to 4:00 and then starts Atlanta rush hour. The payment for a disturbed nap is dealing with baby monsters for several days to recover. It's also at total pain to track down eight little shoes and eight little socks and get them on eight wiggly feet. Then there is stuffing little arms into to puffy coat sleeves and then, my favorite part, stuffing rebellious, flailing bodies into car seats. My enemy is cold weather. Blizzards keep me from having to decide whether or not to go to battle with cold!
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