Very sad to discover that Scott W has decided to stop blogging — many of his posts in Attitude of Gratitude have inspired and encouraged me over the years. When I was able to access his blog, that is. There are perhaps eight or nine blogs that my ageing browser can’t access — including Jilli Java, Gabrielle, Steve E, Chef Kar, Findon, Bill, Cat, Paula and several others. And many more where I can read but not leave comments.
Go well Scott, and I hope you come back some day.
A farmer’s market in the village today, buzzing with tractors, harvesting machinery, Afrikander and Nguni cattle, bad-tempered alpacas and farmers wanting to buy lethal pesticides by the gallon. Mention genetically modified maize or rapeseed around here and there is rapturous praise. If I go down there I will say ‘Damn Monsanto!’ and disgrace myself, so I am staying in bed with my bronchial flu, but have sent a friend to search for an uncontaminated Hubbard squash.
Right now I’m reading a fascinating novel by Per Olof Enquist about the terrible effects of radium poisoning on Marie Curie and her assistant Blanche Wittman, once the Queen of Hysterics under Charcot at Salpetriere. Infuriating reading because I can’t tell what is fact and what is fiction. Wiki quotes the novel as if it is an encyclopedia. It is an enthralling narrative, makes me want to go and read up on Marie Curie’s nearly being refused a second Nobel Prize because of her publicized adulterous affair and the public suspicion that she was Jewish, virulent anti-Semitism. AndI’d like to find out more about Blanche who went on to work as Charcot’s assistant and who was evidently quite sane when not having hysterical episodes.
Glad to be sober but fed up with staring at the walls of my bedroom. Minor problems really.