Then we got food-for-children on the go, and I had some consolatory chocolate ovaltine, and Jonny helped me wrangle children while Tony made delicious filling beans+bacon with truly luxurious amounts of butter and garlic. Charles talked to me some more about Christmas cards, but this time when he wasn't hungry, and we came to mutual understanding and agreement, and there were lots of hugs.
Tony and I had beans and bacon, and a mutual-support-and-venting conversation, and Charles has been reading upstairs, and Nicholas is being affectionate and chatty, and in general the world is a much better place than it was 12 hours ago.
Things I hate:
Receiving, as the response to a query-for-information e-mailed to a public service entity's advertised e-mail address for such queries, "telephone me during such and such hours". Seriously; if I was any good at coping with telephones, I would have made my query by telephone in the first place.
"Yes darling," I said. "They're playing Quidditch."
I'm not sure I'm happier that there were people playing Quidditch in the park on a Sunday lunchtime, or that I could recognise it in a glance.
Nico has not been paying sufficient attention to Harry Potter to care about such things. Charles might have done, if he'd been with me. We haven't got much further through the books because he is focused on Diary of a Wimpy Kid and its sequels. I'd rather be reading Harry Potter but so long as there is reading at all, I am not complaining. Too easy to kill his enthusiasm.
( In probably tedious detail if you aren't me )
Mmmm. There are few moments in metal quite so awesome as the ninth minute of "Rime of the Ancient Mariner".
(The tenth minute is pretty good, but lacks the sheer goosebump value of the ninth.)
This post brought to you by listening to "Heaven and Hell" by Black Sabbath and thinking "this is like listening to slower fuzzier not-as-good Iron Maiden" so I put on actual Iron Maiden instead.
I listened to John Chu's reading of his short story The Water That Falls on You From Nowhere. It's a sweet story. I didn't realise until it was discussed on Galactic Suburbia recently that I had both lost and gained something by listening to it rather than reading it: specifically, hearing the Mandarin words has a different effect, I think, for a non-speaker, than seeing them written.
I'm hoping to do a lot more listening to shorter stories. It's not a format I've spent much time with. I'd like to try "The Lady Astronaut of Mars" in audio (as originally published, in that case), although it's a pain that I need to buy an entire collection to do so.
This week I've read Mary Robinette Kowal's Glamourist Histories (the four published books, of course). I'd actually read Shades of Milk and Honey a year or two ago, when there was some issue with e-books not being easily available so I stopped there. I intended to start with Glamour in Glass this time but didn't remember enough of Milk and Honey, so re-read it.
( Spoilery discussion )
Next up: I want to read along with kate_nepveu's Strange and Norrell re-read. (I've read S&N two or three times before.) Crap, already behind. Aside from that I'm thinking I will read Ancillary Justice and then if I like it, Ancillary Sword. I read the first 20 pages or so of the former and it seemed interesting, although I think it's part of a cultural conversation I have read essentially nothing of. (Spaceships with personalities.)
I wondered if all this Regency-with-magic meant I should check in on Age-of-Sail-with-dragons (Temeraire), which I last read when Tongues of Serpents came out. I didn't stop there just because that was the latest one: there's an unflattering review in a locked DW back in the day about the poor Australian history in that, and, speaking as someone who lives in NSW, it seriously lacks a sense of place. However, I might look back in on it when the very last one comes out, and see how it finished up, just for the sense of completion.
Me: "Is that so? Shall I stop?"
C: "No! Because I like getting the money."
There is a new tooth going under the pillow tonight. I'm currently considering leaving extra tonight as a bonus for having worked it out.
(Now both children are dancing around the kitchen to Talking 'Bout My Generation. Sometimes they are lovely together.)