Miscellany
A comprehensive and informative guide to the Tour de France.
I'm still reading Austerlitz, a beautiful work of art. What really gets me about it is that it seems, on the surface, like a book that would put me sleep, a book that I "should" read because it's such a great literary achievement and yet have to plod through because it's sort of dull. It seems like that sort of book, but it isn't that sort of book at all. Yes, it has long sentences and no chapter breaks and it sort of meanders. Yes, I am taking a long time to read it, but I'm not plodding. I'm savoring every sentence, every image Sebald creates.
In Henry's world, the locks and ferryboat reign supreme. We went over to sunny Sequim a couple of days ago, to see the lavender in bloom before the chaos of the lavender festival. While Henry enjoyed the destination, the trip over (and back) on the ferry was the real highlight for him.
Henry is starting to talk in even more complete sentences and phrases, using prepositions and articles at times. Also, some of his grammatical mistakes reveal that he's figured out some of the rules of English grammar; he's not just parroting us. For example, when using the past tense to tell a story, he'll add "-ed" to verbs that have irregular past tense forms: comed instead of came, goed instead of went. He'll do the same thing with plurals: mouses instead of mice, sheeps instead of sheep, houses instead of hice.
Okay, that last one was just to see if you were paying attention.
