At the end of this fine weekend, let me share an inspiring book recommendation with you. Sonja's Book Club installation number 1: George Eliot's Middlemarch. Written in the mid-19th century in England, the book was written by Mary Ann Evans, who used a male pen-name. Some years ago I read a fascinating biography of her. If I recall correctly, she was interested in science, political economy, and literature, and perhaps clairvoyance too. She co-edited a famous literary journal of the time. She rejected organized religion and lived unmarried with a man. Boy, could she write. The Globe and Mail's 50 Greatest Books series just profiled Middlemarch this weekend.
Otherwise, I went for another ski in Gatineau Park this weekend, and heard from C. that he and L. went to Algonquin park recently for a ski and saw a fox that has become used to human presence. It came pretty close to them. And then C. almost had a hawk land on his finger until he astutely realized that its claws might hurt, and he pulled his hand away. Smart.
G. took it easy this weekend but I took him out for a drive today and he told me how I could help my mother do something with the coin collection my uncle just gave her. The coins are all Canadian and American from the last century or so, all well-used. G. knows a thing or two about coins and he is selling some of his own collection right now.
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It was vpon a Sommers shynie day,
When Titan faire his beames did display,
In a fresh fountaine, farre from all mens vew,
She bath'd her brest, the boyling heat t'allay;
She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew,
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew.
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