I could re-read that booklet called "How To Set Up Your New [not] Sponge Pump" - since we've a flash flood warning thanks to 16" snow followed by a week of 50-60ºF faux spring with 1.75" rain in the forecast-- but find that unnecessary since this time of year I never disassemble the thing anyway. The seemingly too-fictional tale ahead is that it can be 65 right now and 18 degrees by tomorrow morning. We need to fit the flash food in quickly imo 
or settle for skating rinks. Our February thaw is apparently coming to a dramatic end with thunderstorms folllowed by snow.
Past that I've taken a break from things Presidential and War-Prep, and am resuming read of a once misplaced, now re-encountered and wonderful novel, Anthony Marra's "A Constellation of Vital Phenomena." The language is exquisite; it warrants taking a year to read the thing but of course I'd misplace it again if I did that. It's not everyone could bring forth a novel based in the agonies of Chechnya that was informed primarily by research of nonfictional sources. So much more the wonder that it's a debut novel. I don't know how Marra did that, even though I've read some of his explanations and perceive well enough that he knows life with other human beings like the back of his own hand. Somehow at even such a young age he seems to have come to a deep understanding of the terrible beauty of love in a time of war. Love is many things, war itself the implacable enemy.
or settle for skating rinks. Our February thaw is apparently coming to a dramatic end with thunderstorms folllowed by snow.Past that I've taken a break from things Presidential and War-Prep, and am resuming read of a once misplaced, now re-encountered and wonderful novel, Anthony Marra's "A Constellation of Vital Phenomena." The language is exquisite; it warrants taking a year to read the thing but of course I'd misplace it again if I did that. It's not everyone could bring forth a novel based in the agonies of Chechnya that was informed primarily by research of nonfictional sources. So much more the wonder that it's a debut novel. I don't know how Marra did that, even though I've read some of his explanations and perceive well enough that he knows life with other human beings like the back of his own hand. Somehow at even such a young age he seems to have come to a deep understanding of the terrible beauty of love in a time of war. Love is many things, war itself the implacable enemy.
