Where has February gone? These days I'm functioning on about half my pre-baby brain power, such as it was, and I have almost no concept of time. I was shocked to see that it's been over three weeks since I last posted. M. had a few fussy weeks when even his once-loved sling couldn't console him, which made me so sad, and every spare I had was consumed by the more mundane aspects of life like laundry and dishes. But it seems to have passed and he's now settled into a sleep routine, which makes for a much happier baby. He even goes to bed at a regular hour, which I never expected to happen so early, so last night I started a few new dolls and it felt great to get back to it.
Back when baby M was just a brand-new little squishy and slept all the time, I read a great, non-fiction book called In the Heart of the Sea. It's about a 19th century whaleship, the Essex, that was rammed by a sperm whale and later inspired Herman Mellville to write the most excellent Moby Dick. After the ship sank, some of the crew survived over three onths at sea in the smaller whaling boats, but many perished from very unpleasant things such as starvation and cannibalism. I have a bit of thing for hight seas adventure tales. They strike me as very romanitc and exciting (well, not the gruesome, eating-your-shipmates parts). But I know they were most likely quite miserable most of the time and you couldn't pay me to go to sea. Like most 'exciting' things, I'd much prefer to read about it than do it because I'm essentially a pretty dull, cowardly hermit at heart.
So if you're in the mood for a good read, I heartily recommend both these books, and even The Perfect Storm - which was a very bad movie - is an interesting read. Not the most inspired writing, very some very interesting accounts of fishing and weather and life in New England fishing communities. We're still in the clutches of deep winter here, so a little escapism is very useful...
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