After a day of blowing wind and rain, I woke up to a snowy, cold day here in Kentucky, the first one this year. I actually woke up to a phone call from my person who missed their flight right when I was dreaming that I was becoming a responsible older sister even though I don’t have a sister at all. I was in high school, but I’d read all the classics so I didn’t need to read them again. I am forty years old, so I am way ahead of high school students in terms of reading the classics, I think. Well, at least I was in the dream. Although I have never read the Odyssey and The Iliad, so maybe I am way behind, come to think of it, but they were just reading Jane Eyre or something so I had totally had them whipped because I’ve read that plenty of times.
There was a time when I was pretty much living in England in my mind, consuming a steady diet of Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, Thomas Hardy. You might think that would be hard, living in western Kentucky, but its easy to pretend to come from the simple, hardy folk of the soil (since that is actually accurate), but a little difficult for period accuracy with the trailers and the old huge satellite dishes that look like they’re searching for alien life instead of TV channels dotting the landscape. One walk in the woods (avoiding old couches and the sound of baying coon dogs) and I was Tess of the D’ubervilles.