The View from the Hermitage, Day 152

 I just finished reading Dead Wake: The Last Crossing of the Lusitania by Erik Larson. After reflecting on the book for a nontrivial amount of time, it occurred to me that I had not written a blog entry for today. Now I have. For a bit of substance, Erik Larson writes very engaging histories. Given that we are currently in hurricane season, let me recommend Isaac's Storm: A Man, a Time, and the Deadliest Hurricane in History.

The View from the Hermitage, Day 139

I'm feeling just a wee bit guilty sitting her at my desk starting to do a blog post. I came down here to balance the checkbook, an admirable and needed task, but now I really should go rejoin the husband at whatever I hear him doing above me. A day of rest it shall be!

The View from the Hermitage, Day 87

I just had a nice Zoom call with my mom. This followed the collapse into unusability of Xena the Warrior Bernina aka my sewing machine. If the husband cannot repair it (this would be the third time for the same problem), I'll have to cope with knitting/crocheting or weaving or doll modification. It's going to take some thinking to figure out how to fill in the time I was planning to spend quilting. I'll be back tomorrow, with news of Xena's restored health or of how else I can spend some time.

The View from the Hermitage, Day 75

I'm calling it a day of rest here. I spent most of the day going through 150 photos, sorting them, giving them meaningful names (a string of numbers is not meaningful, but Name001 can be), and labelling them with who (else), when, and where. Lots of memories that made for a good day. Perhaps I shall wax philosophically tomorrow.

The View from the Hermitage, Day 63

Day 63. Nine weeks. Had someone told me on January 1, 2020, that within five months I would spend nine weeks leaving the subdivision only to take the family dog to a park once a week, I would have laughed. Had I been seeing the daily intelligence briefings prepared for the president, I might not have laughed. I hope I would have seen this pandemic as a real possibility then, but hindsight is always 20-20.

It's been a bit of a do-nothing weekend, and a think-nothing one as well. I needed to wind down a bit. I also needed to bake banana bread (bananas getting too ripe more quickly than anticipated) and bread (stocking up on yeast and flour ten weeks ago was a good idea). Perhaps tomorrow I will again think great thoughts or do great acts. For this weekend, average or lower has been sufficient.

The View from the Hermitage, Day 35

I'm making Sunday a day of rest. Stay tuned tomorrow for adventures in cooking while hermitting.