You know how I said I thought I could sort of spread Harry out so that I’d finish Goblet just before the 21st? Ha ha. I just finished it now. A whopping 4 days after I started (I mean, I have been trying to space it out…), with two weeks to go until the planned date.
Well, ok, change of plan. This one might be a bit unrealistic, too, except in the other extreme. See, on the 30th I’m leaving for Ireland with Linda. And I really want to reread Ulysses before we go. Three weeks… Well, there’s another hitch. It (by which I mean my copy, the nice penguin one with notes at the back, I’m not going to pretend that notes aren’t helpful) is in Bergen. My brother’s got it. He’s said he’ll bring it when he comes. On the 15th. Which leaves me two weeks. In the middle of which I’m supposed to sail to Bergen. And, oh, maybe go to work a bit, to…
I figure I’ll start on Portrait of the Artist, and see how we go from there. I’m also itching to reread About a Boy all of a sudden, so evenings like this one are to be appreciated. After a brief but taxing karate session (both our normal practices were cancelled this week, as there was some sort of huge thing going on at the fitness center, and as our grading is next Friday (please cross fingers and anything else you feel is appropriate) we were allowed to join in on the session for the intermediate “belts”) I had a whole delicious evening all to myself. So I finished Goblet and watched Parky (partly simultaneously) and now I am considering going to bed. My head’s swimming just a tad.
Voice in my head: Carly Simon – You’re so Vain