'The duck does not swim in February' (Well what does he do then? Maybe that is when he is reading everyone's mail.)
'She is relatively pretty' (I cannot think of any occasion at all to use this phrase, can you?)
I have been reading The Great War and Modern Memory. Had it on my Kindle for ages, and now have finally gotten to it. I have been going slowly. I am usually a very fast reader, but this book needs time to soak. And I have spent some time weeping too. So, you, know, it takes longer. Great book. And it is the kind that sends you scampering off to look things up, or wander into other books. I like the ones that do that. There are a few photos. They do not show up well on the Kindle. But if you want to see pictures of WWI there is always the internet. There are surprisingly few photos anyway. They were well censored.
Speaking of things that lead to other things-- I found an old C-span program from 05, where a very nice and funny author discusses his book on Francis Walsingham. This was cool to stumble over. If anyone else wants to watch it, let me know.
On a less literary note: Daughter tonight walked by me carrying a bath-towel. When I asked where she was going she muttered "Shower," in that tone that teenage girls use to indicate that you ask really oblivious questions. All well and good. But she had a piece of pizza in her hand. Husband asked why. "I am going to eat it while I get undressed, and fix the water," she said. (Obviously!)
I suppose all families seem odd. Not all happy ones are the same, that is for sure. Tonight I was making supper and found myself asking, with some irritation, "Who took my cooking hammer?" Husband had washed it with the dishes, and put it away with tools. It is a perfectly ordinary claw hammer. I suppose it makes sense. I did have a nice rubber mallet once, but nobody seems to know where that went.