Saturday 4 July 2020

One Wet Saturday

It is a rare day that I do not leave the house, not even to walk across to Ali's shop. However today has been nonstop rain so Sheila has knitted for Yossi, granddaughter, while I have met my daily quota for Poul Anderson Appreciation blog posts and also watched two Watchmen TV episodes which I will discuss on the Comics Appreciation blog. (Later in the evening: see here.)

A short story, read quickly, can later be reread and analyzed lengthily. Right now that is happening with several of the Multiverse sequels to some of Poul Anderson's works. In particular, Eric Flint's "Operation Xibalba" is like a bottomless pit.

5 comments:

Sean M. Brooks said...

Kaor, Paul!

I too try to be reasonably active, to get up and about, including getting out of the house for things like doing errands or going for a walk. Or simply sitting in my patio if the weather is nice. And, yes, doing my regular regimen of daily, in house, exercises.

Ad astra! Sean

S.M. Stirling said...

Or as Will Pennyfeather said when their flying boat landed near Glastonbury; "There goes tha sun... heare comes tha clouds and rain... welcome to England". Or something like that.

Sean M. Brooks said...

Kaor, Mr. Stirling!

I can't help but wonder if England's reputation for bad weather is somewhat exaggerated! (Smiles)

Ad astra! Sean

S.M. Stirling said...

No, it's really not, if you're using say Cape Town or Santa Barbara (or Nairobi or Santa Fe) as your basis of comparison. Northern Europe as a whole is dank, dark and depressing, IMHO.

It wouldn't be habitable at all without the Gulf Stream -- England's about as far north as Labrador.

Some of my ancestors managed to go to a place -- Newfoundland -- with an -even worse- climate than their ancestral homes (Scotland/Northern Ireland).

paulshackley2017@gmail.com said...

Now Britain is known for very changeable weather.