An Observation
Aug. 3rd, 2008 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nightdog_barksIt's quiet outside.
Chango decided she wanted to chase a tennis ball, so I went out on the deck with her. I heard one car go by, and that was it. There's no one doing yard work, no kids playing. A jet went over. I put some fresh water and ice cubes in the bird dish.
104 right now, will probably get up to 106 before the day is out. Yee haw.
Chango decided she wanted to chase a tennis ball, so I went out on the deck with her. I heard one car go by, and that was it. There's no one doing yard work, no kids playing. A jet went over. I put some fresh water and ice cubes in the bird dish.
104 right now, will probably get up to 106 before the day is out. Yee haw.
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Date: 2008-08-03 10:55 pm (UTC)She's irrepressible -- sometimes she likes to go outside and just lie in the full sun for five or ten minutes. Not today, though.
Just finished Washpot this afternoon. I thoroughly enjoyed it -- Fry is a terrifically natural writer, so at ease with the language and the connection between reader and writer. Or ... at least it seems that way. This was one of my favorite passages:
What I believed I was looking for I cannot say. I can only assert that, as in a novel, the locations with which this story climaxes are the same as the locations with which it begins. Life is sometimes novel-shaped, mocking the efforts of those authors who, in an effort to make their novels life-shaped, spurn the easy symmetry and cheap resonance of reality.