Yesterday I had a powerful craving for something sweet. I don't allow myself, during the week, to have sweets. Dilemma. Fortunately I remembered that I had some vanilla chai tea and I remembered that being a rather sweet drink. I dug it out, read the directions for "authentic" chai tea, and brewed a cup. Absolutely delicious. For such a simple recipe (boil 1 C. water with 1/4C. milk with the tea bag, simmer for two minutes) I felt quite proud of myself. I think it's because I had transitioned from drinking tea made in an unauthentic way to an authentic one.
I had to read this book for school. Yes, I did say I wasn't going to school, and I meant it. Then the first day of school came around and I was a miserable, emotional wreck. I even cried (I don't normally cry). So Damm fixed it by discovering that I can get the Pell Grant-the entire amount-if I have six credit hours. So I am now in two classes: one a Science Fiction course, and one a military history/social course. They're fun in content and I don't foresee them being stressful.
Anyway, I had to read this book for school. I had already read it and remembered loving it. I'm not too sure what I loved about it; a little kid dies and Victor Frankenstein was a pompous @#$. Apparently in Mary Shelley's first version Frankenstein took some responsibility for his actions, but when she revised it in 1831 she took that away and made him more of a victim of destiny. Baloney, in my opinion. I think we were supposed to have some sort of compassion for the monster (in the book the monster is never, ever given Frankenstein's name and that is a crucial point) but I was unable to muster any given his crimes.
The point of reading this book for my class is that it is the first example of Science Fiction. Our prof theorizes that the transition from the Enlightenment to the Industrial Revolution was responsible for this new literary style. For the first time a person could be born in one world, technologically speaking, and die in another. That was not the way it had historically been; parents expected that their children would grow up and live and die using the same technology they had. So, viewed in that light, the book is pretty interesting.
Between taking care of the kiddos, working a demanding physical job, training for the Bataan march and fitting in homework sessions I've lost and inch and a half (yay!). The downside of that is that I've been exhausted. That was somewhat remedied by the nap I took yesterday. It was a memorable one: Miniorc fell asleep with me, the heater was on ensuring the room was nice and warm and I was surrounded by nice, soft pillows. I don't take naps often so anytime I do I make note of it:) There wasn't really a point of relating this nap to you but it was just so darn relaxing that I included the experience.
Next up is the War of the Worlds. I've seen both movies but I don't think I've ever read the book. Should be interesting.