Oh, did I mention, the book was a collection of letters between her and her five sisters, apparently infamous in their day. (For good reason, yikes, most of them were nutty.) But anyway, darn it I've added another place I want to visit next trip to the UK (as one naturally has planned): her estate, Chatsworth.
--also the reason for my thoughts on "one" a while back.
--also the reason of some of my letter writing lately
--also full of quotable gems like "Damn everything!" as a closing and "Wondair," "Nevair," and other word-morphings, and just things I like.
Also on my mind is candy. I used to think it was a little dumb for people to give non-candy valentines, Halloween treats, etc., but now I think candy is so completely pointless (and impossible for me to pass up, I hate to say, which is why it's never in my house). I don't mean good candy, like fancy or home made, just regular junky candy. Candy should just stop being the thing we give kids. Who's with me! (crickets.) But I have eaten so much candy just because it was available, and I see now that it was all very pointless. (That makes it sound like candy is way back in my past. I guess it kind of is, if my past is yesterday, but obviously it's also in my future.)