I didn't do much gardening last weekend. Thought I was going to fix a painting-frame my parents gave us about a year ago, but I got as far as sanding off all the paint and attempting new spray paint. Ulp! Bad color, AND the texture looks grainy. Guess I'll be re-sanding, and then hand-painting. My parents never seem to understand that if they don't have time to finish a project, I have even LESS time. o_O
Christopher is going to be Hermes in an upcoming play. We looked for white bedsheets (toga) and sandals at Goodwill last weekend. Looks like I'll have to buy a new flatsheet instead, and try for sandals again later. I'm already hoarding plastic from gallon milk containers, to make wing attachments for his feet and head (rigid plastic is a really good structural material for costumes and such).
He read Flowers For Algernon at school yesterday, between standardized tests. He really liked it, despite the heartbreaking ending. I thought he'd be up half the night feeling sad over it (he's only 12), but looks like he got lucky.
I read Little Bee over the weekend. It was a little hard to start, but by the third chapter nearly impossible to put down. I can hardly describe it without revealing the plot, but it involves a refugee Nigerian girl in England. The story alternates her POV with that of an Englishwoman, and the use of symbolic threads is done really, really well—and I say that as someone who often dislikes most authors' techniques in that regard. The artistry in tying those together makes me wish I'd written that novel! I would have liked a different ending, and I despised one of the story's secondary characters, but it really was a stunning book. I recommend it!
Aaaad in my spambox... apparently, we've hit Epically Small Penis season. I'm getting about 1 spam an hour on that suddenly, instead of 1-2 per week. o_O