what I gave up for Lent, just tell them my sanity.
I am in the process of scraping wallpaper from the kitchen walls in preparation for patching, priming, then painting:
While swabbing and scraping I am listening to A Voyage Long and Strange by Tony Horwitx. I like this review. We covered Mexico, Central and South America in 6th grade social studies with Mrs. Keough. That woman made the Spanish entrance into the New World a fascinating story and there are very few characters in Horwitz's account that we didn't cover in her class. The fact that I recall them this many years later (about 35 years ago) really says something about the passion that she had for her subject. Hats off to you, Mrs. Keough, where ever you may be. Much of the Viking information Horwitz covers was new to me, though.
In a curious intersection of narratives, I started listening to this book while finishing Barbara Kingsolver's
The Lacuna (I've saved you a click and linked you to my favorite review). So Cortez was invading Mexico both in fiction and history in my literary life. I recommend both books.
Meanwhile...trash has continued to litter my day. On my way out to the car this AM, I just missed stepping in a "fur ball" deposited by my car by one of the neighbors' indoor/outdoor cats (those pesky neighbors again!). Upon returning from picking up the trash at the end of our lane, I stepped in a second deposit of dismembered vole that I didn't see until it was tracked into the house. It was pretty "fresh", so that little foray must have happened while I was out.
Not much fiber happening around here just now.