I got some international mail today!

I have read this book in English dozens of times. I’ve found that I can read Harry Potter relatively easily in French because I know the story so well. I’m hoping the same will be true for this book.
I got some international mail today!

My back has been hurting for a week now, which raises an important question: did one of the kids step on a crack and break their mother’s back? It’s certainly possible. But these kids, I tell you, they would not be content merely to have broken my back, as a learned today when they created a whole new set of rhymes.
Step on a bean, eat your mother's spleen. Step on a hose, break your mother's nose. Step on a rose, break your mother's toes. Step on a chair, burn off your mother's hair.
Anyone who says that kids are sweet clearly doesn’t know a thing about kids!
A couple of months ago the kids asked me to add up my reading tallies for each year since I started blogging. They were curious about how much I’d read. It turns out that I had read over 675 books over the last 15-16 years. That’s not nearly as many as I wish I’d read. Still, it comes out to an average of about 42 books per year, which is nothing to sneeze at.
Related: yesterday I ran across an article about how many books a person is likely to read before they die. Ordinarily I’d be unsure where I’d end up on the spectrum between “average” and “super reader,” but thanks to the kids, I have a pretty good idea. Given my average of 42 books per year, if I live to by 86, I can expect to read another 1,512 books, which is slightly less than a “voracious reader,” but a lot more than an “average reader.”
My computer refused to print a document the other day, so I restarted my computer, which is something that I don’t do terribly often. When it booted back up, Firefox updated itself, and suddenly everything in the browser–all my settings, passwords, bookmarks, etc.–was gone. Just gone. No idea why.
This has never happened before, and it’s been inconvenient, to say the least. I don’t always write down passwords, and even when I do, that doesn’t mean they’re easy to find. It took me a while just to find the password for this blog!
What’s really sad is all my lost bookmarks. Years and years of bookmarks. From the bill-paying websites (so necessary!) to the oodles of great-sounding recipes and interesting articles (so promising!), it’s all gone.
But this loss is also liberating. Everything in the browser is fresh again. I am motivated to change the settings to what’s ideal for me, rather than “the way it’s always been.” And every bookmark that I wasn’t using was like a little unfinished task. Now they are all gone, so it’s not my fault that I’m not using them. I am guiltless. I am free.
Finished: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling, plus Hatchet by Gary Paulson. In Hatchet, 13-year-old Brian Robeson is traveling by single-engine plane to visit his dad, who has recently divorced from his mother. The pilot has a heart attack midflight and Brian doesn’t know how to fly the plane. The plane ultimately crashes, and Brian is stranded alone in the Canadian wilderness with nothing but the clothes on his back and the hatchet, given to him by his mom just before he left, attached to his belt. It’s fascinating to watch Brian learn to build his own shelter and hunt for food while contending with wild animals and the elements.
Abandoned: Flush by Carl Hiaasen. I wasn’t enjoying this book about a boy whose father is in jail for sinking a casino boat suspected of dumping raw sewing into the ocean. Florida life, at least as presented in this particular novel, is too seedy for my tastes.
Currently Reading: Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing by Judy Blume, In a Dark, Dark Wood by Ruth Ware, and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling. I’m getting the oddest sense of deja vu from the Ware book. I’m certain I did not read the book previously, and I have no idea what is triggering the sense of familiarity. Technically I haven’t started Order of the Phoenix yet. That’s because of Livia. She started reading the Harry Potter series after I did. She caught up with me at the The Goblet of Fire, so I broke from Goblet for a couple of days and let her have the book. She has now moved on to Order of the Phoenix. I’ll have to wait until she’s done with it, but I doubt I’ll have to wait long.
P.S. After many, many readings, my copies of the HP books are starting to break down. The third book is in terrible shape, with multiple spine breaks and pages soon to fall out. The fourth book is also broken along the spine, no wonder given its size. I will have to look into buying replacement copies of these two books, and possibly the whole set.
Like many readers, I’m not sure I want to give Rowling any more money. Her books are, for the most part, great. And I can’t thank her enough for what she’s done for children’s literature. However, her personal opinions on certain subjects are hurtful, and she does, alas, insist on sharing them in a very public space. I’m not sure what duty an author owes to their readers. Are they obligated to keep their opinions to themselves, however hurtful those opinions may be? Surely not. And yet, her megaphone is huge, and given that it’s pointed directly toward children, she ought to be particularly careful how she uses it. The world might be a slightly better, more inclusive place, had she simply chosen not to use it as she has. In any event, I think it’s fair to say that she has enough money. So, I will probably look for used copies rather than new.
Currently reading: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling and Hatchet by Gary Paulson
Recently finished: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling and Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransome
We are close to the midpoint of the year, and having read 26 books so far, I think that I may be able to hit my annual goal of 52 by the end of 2022. If I do manage to hit 52, it will be because of all the kiddie lit. I decided it was long past time that I finished the Top 100 Children’s Books, especially since I had so many of the books on hand. So I recently knocked a slew of them off the list, including not just Swallows and Amazons, but also Number the Stars, Bridge to Terabithia, Island of the Blue Dolphins, and Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry. They were all excellent.
On Friday I took a quick hike into the wooded area of my property so that I could check on the rattlesnake plantain. There were no flowers yet but also no withered flower stalks, so I don’t think I’ve missed its bloom time. I’ll just have to go back again in a couple of weeks.
But, I was just in time to catch the striped wintergreen (a.k.a. spotted wintergreen) in bloom.



A new plant sprouted in the yard this year, just within the confines of the landscaping border in front of the house, almost as if it wanted to be part of the “official” plantings. I kept an eye on the plant as it grew, eager to find out what it was. I noticed yesterday that it had started blooming.



This plant is helleborine, a wild orchid native to Europe. It was introduced to North America in the 1800s and has since spread across much of the continent. One interesting thing about helleborine is that its nectar is intoxicating to pollinating wasps. It is also remarkably resilient for an orchid. In fact, it is sometimes called the “weedy orchid,” because it can grow in a wide variety of conditions and is aggressive enough to be invasive in some places. That makes sense–any plant that randomly shows up here is likely to be a weed. Like most aggressive plants, it can be difficult to get rid of, and we are advised to remove it immediately if we don’t want more of it. I’m inclined to leave the plant where it is for now, if only for the sake of getting the local wasps drunk. ๐
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