a reading kind of day (11/365a)

Today was a reading and nap kind of day. Walked the kids up to kindergarten, which took about 2 hours from start to return, but the day was beautiful. My favorite weather on Earth was the sun shining and rain at the same time. But today I was quite enamored of sunshine and snow simultaneously on a (very little) mountain. At home I immediately fell asleep, and woke up at 3 minutes before noon, ran off to meet my friend who had said i should come by "before noon" ... luckily she has kids so she understands the concept of falling asleep whenever one can. Got home a few minutes before Theodore. He walked in, and started his homework on the stairs. 

cute when he's thinking, isn't he?

then we sat in front of the stove reading together for a while. he was reading On the Banks of Plum Creek, and managed to finish it on his own today. I was reading Babbit.

Two Peas in a Pod

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after

Sinclair Lewis describes describes married women in his fictional town, in a way that made me bristle a bit.

In Floral Heights and the other prosperous sections of Zenith, especially in the "young married set," there were many women who had nothing to do. Though they had few servants, yet with gas stoves, electric ranges and dish-washers and vacuum cleaners, and tiled kitchen walls, their houses were so convenient that they had little housework, and much of their food came from bakeries and delicatessens. They had but two, one, or no children; and despite the myth that the Great War had made work respectable, their husbands objected to their "wasting time and getting a lot of crank ideas" in unpaid social work, and still more to their causing a rumor, by earning money, that they were not adequately supported. They worked perhaps two hours a day, and the rest of the time they ate chocolates, went to the motion-pictures, went window-shopping, went in gossiping twos and threes to card-parties, read magazines, thought timorously of the lovers who never appeared, and accumulated a splendid restlessness which they got rid of by nagging their husbands. The husbands nagged back. (chapter 9, babbit)

but as i was doing nothing all day but sleeping reading and having coffee i guess i "deserved" my reprimand from 1922.

The wind outside was so strong that trees and hedges were knocking on our house today, and doors everywhere were creaking and flowerpots were falling off of balconies and many people chose to stay inside.