I'm waiting for people to get it together to send me the secretary's minutes and other material I need to complete our Hawaii Island LWV newsletter. Thank goodness all but two members have e-mail. I will send printed copies to those two. How much time that saves!
And we are going out to eat at our favorite little hole in the wall Thai place, where we get green papaya salad and kao mun kai, not too spicy, because her medium is extra hot! Her extra hot would set off fire alarms! The owner does all the cooking and food prep.
So, with all this free time, what am I up to? Well, I am immersed in Hillary Mantel's Wolf Hall, that's what. I sit in Lazy Boy Central with my Kindle reader and Kindle Fire, reading up in Wikipedia on bios of the figures in the book, (Characters? I don't know if you can call them that, they are more like ghosts.), looking at the portraits available online by Holbein and others, reflecting on this fascinating era. Then reading on. It's a long, long, book that unfolds very slowly, like a curtain drawing back to reveal a lavish panorama.
I must have seen this in Basel. Terry says he remembers seeing it. It's of Thomas More and his family. Mantel's close, intrusive commentary and fictionalization of this painting, the atmosphere, the actors, the interactions, is a massive work of imagination. Did you notice the pet monkey?
BTW: Did you know that there is no reliable portrait of Anne Boleyn?
But I must clean house. It can wait no longer. Fred threw up on the rug, too. I think the sun may hold today, so I can clean the rug and put it out on the deck to dry.