Haunted Mirror

So I really did want to do this meme which is  you comment on a friend's blog, and they pick 7 of your interests to hear you out on. If you've already done this, then I'll pick a few for you to comment here on. rowana tagged me for:

anne shirley, anthropology, beowulf, frances hodgson burnett, global nomad, prince charming and urban legends

Let's go backwards, just to give me a bit of motivation. (I really have a sad lack of random interests, which I realized when "strawberry pocky" came up in someone else's list. Strawberry pocky! The men's kind were the best, but POCKY!? It's the kind of random Japanese cultural thing that just hits me like a beam of joy.)

Phew. I could cut myself short to save my voice. (I set out to say "to save my big toes" but realised at the scene my mind concocted immediately that was a bit too much of an exaggeration.)

As for Lymond? I think I'm hooked now. Just finished Queen's Play and enjoyed it much more (except for the...Oonagh thing. Oh Lymond. You've broken my heart as well as O'LiamRoe's.)
Luckily, it's the kind of thing that you come out of and have an enforced rest. (The Dorothy Dunnett Companion will someday sit by me on a re-read. I'm serious! It's got the quotations translated, everything--good move, Ingenious Scholar-Writer, the world was needing that.)
My brain feels so pounded after a story like that, webbing around names and foreign couplets.

I am getting so restless.

I want out of here. I want to be with my family, but I am so blinkin' tired of living in Oklahoma.

This has never happened to me before. Been tired of no friends, sure--no life, lots--nothing to do, everywhere I lived before.
My mom noted that the fact there's no accessible town here makes it a lot different.
If we just lived in the same neighborhood (instead of on opposite sides of 66, be it only 2 miles) with the Shepards, it would even be better.
To live somewhere there were trees. I'd live in the Shepards' yard less fretfully, I think; but I am so sick of this flat, dusty, clay-mucked, nomansland.

And the greens even coming up now. The trees are budding. The daffies are happiness incarnate in silk-and-rubber skins.

I even like Oklahoma.

I just don't think I can stand living here any more. I'm ready to go. The ideas are rushing in, as usual. I need out, people!

Sorry. Nomad's rant. But I mean it. OUT!