Pluviophiling on a Shirley Jackson day

Why have I never encountered this author before? One of her books (We Have Always Lived in the Castle) has been on my Goodreads list for a while. I was on a bit of a hiatus from reading this month. Something about taking an LSD trip to Florida is not exactly conducive to sitting and reading books. Constantly checking the weather and traffic, listening for bumpity bumpity noises, and googling for Subaru dealers makes it hard to do Escape Reading.

This morning, I was looking for what to read next and “We Have Always Lived in the Castle” by Shirley Jackson showed up. While I was considering that book, my daily email from the New Yorker linked to three stories by Shirley Jackson. All right, the planets have aligned. I read the book (it was a short book) and the three stories from the New Yorker.

I did love the rain today, especially the heavy rain we got in the late morning.

I also cleaned out my refrigimatator and… No sooner than I did that, the New Yorker had a link to a Reddit thingy where people can post the contents of their refrigimatator and others get to guess who you are. I mean like how old you are and what you do for a living. I did not post this pic to the Reddit thingy but here it is for all of you.

Yes, there is quite a bit of beer in there. The two of us do not drink a lot of beer but we try to keep it around for visitors. And we had SOOOOOO much fun over the summer. We had a Beer Refrigerator on the moomincabin deck most of the summer (think dorm-sized fridge). This was especially fun during Rey & Becca’s wedding when all of the boyz (of all ages) hung out on the moomincabin deck before and after the wedding (which took place on the beach). I always love having lotsa boyz around.

After the wedding was especially fun. I was sitting there on the deck next to the Grinch and a fun millennial-type guy and I told the Grinch there was beer in the fridge if he wanted to get one. He said he wasn’t all that crazy about beer so I asked, “Would you rather have a little snort?” Well, yes, he would! The millennial-type guy’s eyes bugged out a bit and I realized he thought I was offering cocaine! Uh, nope, just a ‘hattan. Bourbon, don’tcha know.

One Response to “Pluviophiling on a Shirley Jackson day”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I do like beer and wish I didn’t. Wine is so much more genteel. However, I do prefer craft beer, which makes me a bit of a snob. Didn’t Jackson write, “The Lottery?” I think we had to read that in school.