Letters to Esther

New Letters to Esther

Instead of starting the new Harry Potter book, I thought I’d try to be a little bit productive, so I worked for a while on Esther’s letters. But, it’s been raining all afternoon, and I think it’s about time to quit for the day, because I’m starting to feel like I might need a nap.

Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that the stack of letters I did last time were out of order until after I’d finished and uploaded them. Because of that, the new letters are sandwiched between dates I’ve already done.

January 16, 1921 from Orlie Penwitt

January 17, 1921 from Clark

January 19, from 1921 Mrs. Whitsel

January 30, 1921 from Mamma

I also fixed a couple of links on the 1921 page that were pointing to the wrong letters.

Crankypantsing

Update

I have returned from hunting and gathering, and I have acquired the new Harry Potter book. In doing so, I managed to break a nail. Shopping is hard work. Y’all remember that the next time you are tempted to pick on Paris Hilton.

Now, do I try to finish re-reading the 5th and 6th books, or do I just dive into the new one?

Also, there is more Hoovering going on upstairs. How much vacuuming does a 700 square foot apartment require? A lot, apparently.

Crankypantsing, Music

Bad Touch Bob

I woke up this morning to someone out in the parking lot singing–at the top of his lungs–the chorus from Bob Seger’s Fire Down Below. Oh my. I really, really, really do not like Bob Seger. He grosses me out in a greasy, foul, lecherous old guy way. Bad touch!

Anyway, that wasn’t such a good way to wake up. I am hopeful that a little Harry Potter therapy will bleach the memory from my brain.

In other news, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of much vacuuming, stomping, and hammering. I can’t imagine why anyone would suddenly get the urge to start hammering at midnight on a Thursday. The mind, it doth wobble.

That is all. As you were, comrades.