16 November 2005
After I finished reading Guns, Germs, and Steel, I picked up Stephen Jay Gould's Wonderful Life: The Burgess Shale and the Nature of History. It was a good juxtaposition: both of them talked a fair amount about historical contingency, but not really on the same topics, thematic unity without repetition. Next on the pile are Joan Vinge's The Summer Queen and Joseph Rothschild's East Central Europe Between the Two World Wars, though I confess I'm eyeing Brokedown Palace for a reread. I haven't reread it in ages -- I don't think Mark and I were engaged last time I read this book, and we might not even have been dating. So...awhile ago, then.
It snowed here last night, and the wind is blowing the snow around this morning. After a moment of confusion, Ista got thoroughly into the snow, diving around sliding deliberately on the deck and eating whatever bits of it her nose happened to push up. It was a very good night to be the puppy in that regard, although without Mark home, she had to go to bed early with the stupid Mrissa. Life is tough all over.
It does not, however, appear that I will need to shovel the driveway and walk. Whew. The wind is rattling the windows pretty hard, so I'm just as glad not to have to bundle up and go out in it. The backyard is much more sheltered, especially on puppy-level.
My mom is coming up for a board meeting today, so I'll get to spend time with her before she has to go be executive and official. There will probably be dinner. We don't know beyond that. We are Being Flexible and Seeing What We Feel Like. It works for us.
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