long time no post

I'm going to try to get up on this blogging thing again, particularly given that the next year is likely to bring many rapid changes.

So, I'm just back from my aunt's funeral and my cousin's baby shower. Doves were released, seven-course Italian dinners were eaten, 5 hams were received in the mail, ersatz poop in the form of melted candy bars in diapers were identified, photographs were ogled, and togetherness was had. It was a hard few days, an important few days. The best line of the funeral goes to my cousin Karen: "My mom was a piece of work." May we all be.

Now I return to reading Belinda by Maria Edgeworth. Proto-Jane Austen. Thusfar, I've gotten to the bit where women duel with pistols, while dressed in men's clothing. I have to present on the transatlantic romanticness of this book on Tuesday. Wish me luck these next few days. Maybe after that I'll remember I'm a writer again.