Friday, September 19, 2008

Managed to copy out two Shakespeare sonnets today and to string up a new clothesline. Perhaps I am on the mend.

Soccer score update: Harmony Huskies 4, Carrabec Cobras 1. As my friend Sue noted in disbelief, we've never seen our team score four goals before. We speculated that these might not actually be our children but zombie replicas from other, better sports teams.

Aggravating literary quote of the day (from Hardy's Far from the Madding Crowd):
She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, hated at tea parties, feared in shops, and loved at crises.
What would happen if you assigned that excerpt as a high school essay starter? Would something interesting arise? Or would you be sorry afterward?

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