Unfamiliar names
With new bison babies in Banff and Steve in the sky, Alberta had the two closing stories on this evening’s newscast. I’m impressed. Much kinder than raging superfires and spilled petro-goo. Meanwhile, locally… hold on, I’m checking. Oh, right. We have rented a larger hall to say goodbye to our newscast guys later this week. Perhaps, if they’d found their own version of nicer, we wouldn’t be saying goodbye.
Had a visit from some older family members today. I’m been remiss; two years here and we haven’t darkened their (city) door. Yes, we did go down to the country address, but that’s easy stuff. Getting a place to park the dog and actually sitting down for (tea?) is harder.
With Jeopardy running in the background, a reminder that my knowledge of “Shakesperian trivia” is not strong. Who was Desdemona? Along with so many others, just names. Unfamiliar names. I did buy that lovely hardcover version of the plays. Must be in a box. That could serve as bedtime reading for many, many moons. And probably inspire a personal madness where I hear voices whispering unintelligible phrases. In an English accent.
There are other tomes in the popular canon. I have to finish at least one Potter volume. And Tolkien should be reviewed, periodically. So many names, again. As long as I practice silent reading, the dog will let it slide. Start doing impressions, under cover of darkness, and he’ll be hiding in the hall. Can’t have that.
Oh well, tomorrow. Tonight is down time.
