8:39pm Went shopping with Mom and Tara today. Naturally. We are home, we go shopping. It is as natural as coming home and doing 45 loads of laundry that have piled up since Labor Day, the last time one was at home to do their laundry.
After coming home, I began reading Pirates by Celia Rees, one of my favorite authors for young adult literature. I originally picked it out to read hoping it would fit in with a lesson plan I am working on for one of my Methods classes. But now I have become totally enamored of the book and in fact wish I was the young girl so oppressed by 18th century British society that she has no choice but to shed her petticoats and become a pirate. Girl power! I could learn to sword fight and sail and overtake other ships and work hard in the sun into my hands are calloused and bruised and I am … on the other hand, all these piracy requirements sound awfully exhausting. I think I would be better as the lead in the movie version. Pirate by day working hard and convincingly, movie star by night retiring to a large palace where people offer me chocolate just for being me.
And now, after an exhausting day, I’m off to bed. Being—er, reading about pirates is hard work.
