This showed up in my e-mail, and I must say… I kinda like it.

— wm

I very lovely and kind person. But.
With the lacks and weaknesses,
as well as all normal people…
It is attractive, charming, clever, talented and brought up!
It is self-sufficient, independent and arrogant.
It is harmonous, perfectly I look, with taste I put on…
And now in essence!
I simply woman to whom it is possible to talk about different things,
listening to noise of a wind and singing of birds…

More good books:

We’re packing up books over here. Turns out most of our clutter is… books. That’s not a bad thing. I’ll just have to make sure to get a house with bookcases, this time around.

* The Andy Briggs’ books look great, I’m just not going to have a chance to read them any time soon. So much good stuff out there, so little time.

* I started “The Triple Bind” awhile back. (Subtitle is “Saving our teenage girls from today’s pressures. Be pretty, sweet, and nice. Be athletic, be competitive, and get straight A’s. Be impossibly perfect.” That sums it up, doesn’t it?) This is a fantastic book — I highly recommend it. I’m just a little way into it, but I’ve already put post-its on a handful of pages. Always a good sign.

* I heard Mr. Singleton speak in November at a conference — he’s dynamite. I’ve started the book and it’s excellent. This guy needs to review “Courageous Conversations About Race: A Field Guide for Achieving Equity in Schools,” but who do you think is schlepping the boxes around? Anyway, check it out.

happy Monday.

— wm

“When I go into the garden with a spade, and dig a bed, I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882)

“Words are the soul’s ambassadors, who go / Abroad upon her errands to and fro.” — James Howell, writer (c. 1594-1666)

still not feeling well. i would say “not 100 percent,” but i’m really feeling more like… 30 percent. Forty-five percent if it’s one of those fake-outs where I start thinking, Oh I’m getting better see? See????

Now on third round of antibiotics for kidney infection and other ailments. (Fourth round if you count what they added to the IV in the hospital.) Getting concerned now (as I always do with bronchitis and bronchial pneumonia, too), what if this time they don’t work?

They will work. Faith, prayers, candles, love and this hot cup of chamomile tea that my husband just brought me. The kids and Steve are packing — we’ve been sorting and planning for the move. Hoping to get the house on the market mid-February. It’s a lovely house, I know that another family, solo dweller or couple will be happy here. It will be nice to have a little more space. I’m going to go read for awhile now — still loving Julia Child’s memoir, “My Life in France.” Such a delight, that book.

Here are a few books (kids’ stuff) that I enjoyed as well, but won’t have a chance to review. (The dog books are about Thoreau, just illustrated versions of his stories. Really clever.) Bon appetit!

— wm

Reading this week:

Faith: Imani (ee–MAH–nee)

To believe with all our heart in our people, our parents, our teachers, our leaders, and the righteousness and victory of our struggle.