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the bloggeres tale
January 1, 2009, 10:31 pm
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mom has left.  she has mopped my floors and deemed me well enough to fend for myself.  while she was mopping i decided to park it in front of some book shelves and dust. 

i’m considering packing some of my books away. i never re-read books. no one wants to borrow any of the titles i have, but…i just can’t throw them away.

books 

can you read what any of those books beneath the shelf are?  have you read them? can you tell what my major was in college?  did you laugh at all while reading the canturbury tails?

i’m feeling better, but still not up for work tomorrow.  i’m wiped out from fighting this,  but i’m relieved the antibiotics are working.  truthfully, i have-to-have-to-have-to make a huge daily effort to not be stressed out.  i always teach the pet therapy classes that long term exposure to stress chemicals sap your immunity.  and here, i’ve just taught myself…again.

in junior high we read a story in english class called “the yellow wallpaper.”  a woman had been sent to a “facility” for what was called a “rest cure.”  as women of the country became more independent and outspoken, the thought of  sending one’s wife away to rest so she could handle her tiny stresses became ridiculous.

how come i feel like i need the rest cure?  and would the members of the women’s studies board at the university be shocked to hear this and relieved that they had lost their weakest member?

maybe i need another nap.

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I had an English teacher in high school who was obsessed with The Canterbury Tales.
I never re-read books, NEVER.

Comment by Gina

I’m glad you are feeling better, and…Happy New Year!

Comment by buzzybeegirl

i say avoid the “rest cure” and marry a nice physician who’ll hook you up with some sweet meds and lock you away upstairs until you see strange women crawling on your walls …

Comment by M. Tornado Puppy

i would see strange dogs crawling on my walls.

Comment by goodbear

It’s when they start crawling out of the walls that you’re really in trouble …

Comment by Dennis the Vizsla




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