I had a few strange moments yesterday: I was sitting outside in the Courtyard of the Fountain in front of Saint Joan of Arc's in the evening before sundown, reading the Grant History of Rome and following Caesar dealing with such problems as Gaulish Celts and Roman economics. It was about 82 degrees outside. All of a sudden the trees started whirling around violently. A front moved through with no rain and only a brief space of clouds, but the temperature dropped around 20 degrees in the space of a minute or two. I'd never felt anything quite like that. I had been a bit warm wearing jeans and suddenly I was chilled in a t-shirt. It was uncomfortable enough that I had to go back and grab a jacket, and just chose to go read at Starbuck's, instead. The other odd moment was when I went to pour myself a drink from the refrigerator. I pulled the handle and, instead of pulling the door open, I pulled the entire full-sized refrigerator/freezer a foot out from the wall. I let go and looked at my hand as though I were going to find something strangely different about it. I wrestled the unit back into place, opened it without difficulty, and went about my way. Why do I need to write about this? I have no idea. Just came into my head.
For fun reading over the weekend, along with Ayres' Nicaea, I tucked Sea View Secret into my bag. I'd lost this favourite book from childhood sometime around 8th grade, and had a hard time finding it over the last few years as I tried to find childhood favs to save for the nieces. I received it some months back, but hadn't made time for it until now. After this I'll have to find a good copy of The Ghost of Dibble Hollow, another one of those used, Scholastic, 1950s/1960s masterpieces I remember from being a kid.