November 05, 2010

Diaristic Wanderings

The big news in Central Ohio this week was that the breath of Old Man Winter came early. It got people's attention, to the point of sartorial change. Coats and hats are now the de rigueur, and d├ęcolletage a bit more rare.

October was a fine little sally, a stepping out gingerly into the colder realms of the year. Gently she led us out of the land of milk and honey, so I can't complain. In some ways I forget what a sublime creature she is on her own, notwithstanding her precursor status.
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I feel so pluperfectly professional what with the Friday Wall Street Journal peeking out from a pocket of my European shoulder-bag. But looks can be deceiving: the bag carries my netbook and not a laptop and the Journal, in this case, was found abandoned in a bathroom stall.
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Slogged 2.3 miles around a track and then 15 minutes on the elliptical trainer as payment for my dietary sins. Took Wednesday off and boy did that light sing, finely distilled light, there in the kitchen and out on the back patio. Tucked the garden in for the year since all the tomato plants were weeping from the first hard frost a couple days ago. It was like old times not forgotten, sitting out reading about ancient Cincinnati ("and then the dinosaurs came...") in Vas You Ever in Zinzinnati?. My only regret is not imbibing more poetry and fiction and spiritual stuff, preferably all three by reading Chesterton. Keep meaning to read "Parched", the first memoir of Heather King. I got it for like $4 on the 'net but keep forgetting it.
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More big news: devoured my favorite breakfast in all of life, McDonald's, despite it being subpar in quality: the cinnamon melt flavor was a bit off, and the scrambled eggs were hard. But the sausage was pluperfect, and the bacon, egg and cheese biscuit was the usual. Splurged on a Wild Berry and it hit the spot. Will miss McDs breakfast this weekend but not the calories.
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Reading the OED came in the mail today. Looks like a delicious little read. Trying to get hooked up with a new Philips novel but so far quality of the other two seems a bit questionable so far. Thinking also of getting a new biography of Mickey Mantle called "The Last Boy", something suffused with the sort of nostalgia I like.
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Surprised to learn that Jody Bottum stepped down from editing First Things in order to complete a book.

5 comments:

William Luse said...

It'll be in the 40's here tonight, but I doubt you'll find that'll generate much sympathy in Ohio.

Who's replacing Bottum?

TS said...

40s is pretty cold for Florida. It's as though Floridians make a Faustian bargain in putting up with 'canes in exchange for warm weather and yet you're getting ripped off...

Met a guy on retreat yesterday who lived years in FL but moved up here because he missed the seasons. Now there's some reverse migration.

Don't know who's replacing Bottum.

mrsdarwin said...

Zinzinnati -- my first love -- was bitter, but I didn't have to walk around in the cold there, so I blame Columbus. We shivered in the cold on Saturday as we toted around the baby (a large fleece bundle with a small pink nose and a dark tuft of hair) to various homesteads in the area. Don't know but what we may go the small-town-gracious approach and take up residence in Olde Delaware, as it's our destiny in life to live 'bout 20 miles north of a state capital.

TS said...

Fine, lyrical comment Mrs. D. It's supposed to be warm this week so maybe if you house-hunt you'll find something in olde Columbus!? Though admittedly Delaware sounds more in your wheelhouse given its housing stock.

At least, as Darwin wrote, you're not in the collapsing state of CA.

mrsdarwin said...

California = doubleplus ungood.

Can't remember if we mentioned this to you, but we took a drive around Olde Towne East looking at the big Victorians off Franklin Park, and wandered farther and farther south. At first we were just checking out the neighborhood, but we quickly changed our goal to, "Find the fastest way to the freeway and get the hell out." A bit too much urban decay for our tastes... Delaware looks like my dad's neighborhood, and I can bestow no higher compliment. Plus, the house is HUGE.