4 posts tagged “vox hunt”

Anna Karenina is my favourite work of fiction. I love the drama, the romance, the history.

I also like the way it makes me think about morality and consequence. Would Anna have lived if Karenin had agreed to a divorce? Would Vronsky have married her? Would they have been happy together? How were her children affected by the events? So much to think about.

I have yet to see a movie adaptation of Anna that I like, but the BBC series with Helen McCrory as Anna and Kevin McKidd as Vronsky is divine. Helen is exactly as I imagine Anna: not too young, but not old either. Not 'pretty', but striking. And vivacious, full of life.
The mini-series also tells the story of Levin and Kitty, which most movies omit. I think Tolstoy would be horrified by this, as the juxtapositon of Levin/Kitty and Anna/Vronsky is essential to his story.

The copy I'm holding is my own, and I was so pleased to find it. I had searched everywhere for a copy that didn't have bible-thin pages, or tiny, squint-inducing print. This one is quite a hefty tome, but it's printed on quality paper with good sized print, so I don't mind the size so much.

This is how my work week begins. Although this picture was actually taken at the end of the day, after the clothes had been through the washer, hung outside to dry and brought in again, ready for folding and then being put away.
That's the part I can never seem to master. It's not that I really hate it,  I mean, sure it's pretty monotonous, (and folding can be awfully hard on a perfectionist when the folds don't sit right) - it's just hard to get done. Whever I start it, it seems there's always something else that needs urgent attention. This basket was brought in as it started to get dark and then dinner had to be started, and after that the kids needed to be put to bed,  and then the dishes need doing and so on, until I fall on the couch in a heap and I don't want to even think about doing anything, let alone folding clothes.

I am so ready for Summer to be over: last week the temperature stayed in the mid to high thirties, which was exhausting and created irksome little problems for me. Like, my usual routine is to put a load of washing in the machine before I go to bed of a night, but with the heat, the clothes soured if they weren't removed from the machine and hung out the instant the spin cycle finished. It took me several loads to get the timing right, and considering my tendency to forget that I even put the washing on, it's a miracle that the basket pictured made it to the hung-out-to-dry stage.

Speaking of washing, I received some alarming news from C's teacher today: there has been a headlice sighting in her class. I'm crossing everything I can that we'll be safe from them, Since I have never had them, and J's made it to his fourth year without a case, I'm hoping that maybe they have a natural aversion to us, somehow. Tomorrow I'm going to buy some tea-tree oil to add to C's de-tangling hair spray that I've made up and hope that it isn't too late.

I have enough washing to get through as it is.

L running away from the rotating sprinkler. Of course, as soon as it passed, she'd turn and chase it.