Mimi’s nose began to run during our snowbound captivity earlier this week. I came down with it Friday, Sparks on Saturday. It is a vicious cold for which Sudafed is a placebo and Nyquil does nothing. Yesterday the neighbor, freshly returned from Florida and grateful for his shoveled driveway, brought us two bags of Florida juice oranges. I hadn’t ever juiced a real juice orange before, so you can imagine my delight. They are little capsules of liquid, practically no pulp to be found. Amazing. Sparks and I have decided that gin is medicinal, so we’re having a fine time today.
After hearing the recommendation last spring and receiving a copy of the book for Christmas, I am finally reading We Took To The Woods. If you like rustic, cabin-y escapism, please try it. Me personally, I am grateful for anything interesting enough to pry me away from an obsessive re-read of the Outlander novels. The first trailer for the Starz adaptation of Outlander went live yesterday, by the way. Gritty.
And I received my bookbinder’s awl and waxed linen thread and vellum, so I am working on the Coptic stitch. It turns out that you really need a stout cover for the Coptic stitch to work, but these notebooks will do. The yawning gap between folios is also disconcerting… as a reader, I would feel that I was about to fall out of the narrative.
I am going to jot down lots of very interesting notes in them. Just as soon as I have some very interesting notes to take.