Yeah, the more you post, the surer I am that I read these books at some time in my murky literary past.

{{{Aims}}} That truly sucks. Looks like you're focusing on the positives, which is all you can do. Argh.

{{{Kristin}}} I had a similar experience when they put up a tiny sign down the street saying "No Right Turn Between 7:00-9:00 AM." I'd made that turn for 5 years. The ass ticketed me the morning after they put that damned sign up. Effers. I'm sorry you're having to deal with this when you're already feeling fragile.

I am also having a Week (actually 2 Weeks). I'm ready to feel better physically and mentally any day now, universe.

I am home with some sort of bug. I had a splitting headache all day yesterday and today I have, well gastric issues. I am guessing these things are related somehow.

Apparently cooking is not part of the feminine arts that good Christian girls (or at least, good Christian white girls) are supposed to know. Elsie and her friend Lucy decide that they want to help the cook make the cakes for Lucy and Herbert's birthday the next day. (Lucy and Herbert are twins.) They think it will be "great fun." The cook responds:

"What! Missy help ole Aunt Viney wid dose lily-white hands? Oh, go 'long! you's jokin' dis time fo' shuah."

(Also, again with the black people referring to themselves in the third person. I do not understand where this convention is coming from.)

I do not understand where this convention is coming from.

Clearly you've never seen an interview with Rickey Henderson.

(((GC))) Feel better.

I was only 5 minutes late for my hair appointment. I'm calling that a win.

But now I must finish my errand and go, for I know you're longing to be at those books. Do you get a ferruling every time you miss a word?--and enjoy the pain because it pleases papa to inflict it?

Showing that the author at least had some awareness of what he/she was writing. The heck?

That last part gets way squicky to me though. shudder

Elsie has a friend, Herbert, who is obviously trying to work up the courage to ask her to marry him. Herbert has a bad leg and walks with a crutch, and sometimes "the disease" comes back and brings more pain. (At first, when Herbert was described, it sounded as if he had broken his hip and it hadn't healed properly, but now that they keep mentioning "the disease," I have no idea what it is. My first thought was polio, but he was allowed to have visitors all the time when he was first sick, as long as they didn't tire him out too much, so that doesn't sound like polio at all. So I have no idea.) I'm kind of dreading what makes Elsie say she can't marry him.

Daddy says no?