| | The days lately have tilted on the edge of magic. Last night Dad and I watched The Illusionist, which was beautiful and exactly the sort of aesthetic I crave this time of year; and also one of the most beautifully photographed films I've ever seen (didn't it win an Academy Award for cinematography?). Also yesterday Mum and the girls and I went food-shopping, which was not terribly entertaining, but as we came out of the supermarket the sky was violet-grey with clouds and the trees circled the parking lot and raised their bright branches to it.
Today I woke before the sun, which was not on purpose; siblings were awake and making racket downstairs. I had breakfast and went back to sleep. (Hark you, I was up until two with the film last night.) Mum woke me up around eleven to invite me along to Wal-Mart, which was also not terribly exciting, but I needed cosmetics and wanted to pick the proper ones out myself; afterwards we stopped at a rummage sale the college was having, which was largely devoid of useful and attractive items, but I did find a beautiful 'Compilation of Modern Poetry' published in 1936! It's in excellent shape and smells sweet and old and musty.
The weather was perfect for my ride to the library: brisk and chilly, wind stirring up the leaves. No-one in the neighbourhood seems to be especially keen on raking, for which I am very glad. I love the autumn carpets of leaves (and also skidding through a gutter full of them on a bicycle is great fun). The sky was all bruised over with clouds and tall black trees with bright branches bending in the wind. It hasn't rained yet, for which I am surprised; the wind was certainly acting as though it would this afternoon. I really ought to start leaving for the library earlier; I had only ten minutes to hunt up books today. Fortunately I was somehow very quick at finding things, which is not especially usual. (It was rather a relief to exchange last week's books for new ones: without really intending to, all of the books I wanted to read last week were hardcovers! Imagine bicycling along with five or six hardcover novels thumping against your hipbones! This week, also without really intending to, I ended up with a satchel-full of paperbacks. My back is much grateful.)
When I say "ride", what I really mean is "walk beside the bicycle pushing it for at least half of the journey". Ah me. Yes, the bicycle is still held up with duct tape, but that's not really working the way I wanted it to, and the seat is extremely uncomfortable, tilted as it is. Dad bought a new seat for my bicycle, which I miss (it's taller, for one thing!), but I can't find where to attach it. There seems to be some hardware on my bicycle gone missing.
Tonight I am going to a play with the Meholicks!
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