"...one must describe the weather."

I don't know that one must, but Virginia Woolf certainly does, to a great extent, in her diaries.  However, as I'm only three years in, I can't say with any certainty that the trend will continue, but she does love to lament the wind and rain and honor the clear, sunny days. 

I came by VW my senior year in high school when I read A Room of One's Own for a class project.  To the best of my recollection, it was a compilation of feminist essays based on lectures she had given at two universities in England.  I do remember that I promptly bought up a few of her novels shortly thereafter and made it a mission to read her diaries. 

The closest I got was in college when I read a few pages from A Writer's Diary, which were selections from her full diary by her husband, Leonard, after her death.  Things got in the way of me ever finishing that book and graduating to the complete five volumes, despite the refrain of that Indigo Girls song in my head.

So more than ten years later I've decided to just do it and crack open those volumes.  At more than 300 pages each, it won't be a quick process, but I hope it will be an enjoyable one.  So far, it has.

The weather aside, VW is quite adept at characterizing the people in her life.  She draws caricatures of these writers, artists, and politicians that are quite entertaining.  I have also noticed a tendency to compare people to dogs.  She loves to gossip, and there is some question as to her honesty, according to Anne Olivier Bell, who edited the diaries. 

The diary has also illustrated life in London during the first World War, albeit rather casually.  The way she talks about raids and bunking down in the kitchen until the all-clear sounded is presented in almost the same tone as the weather.  I sense her get more fired up about the cost of goods and their availability during this time more than anything.  When the first volume begins, her first novel, The Voyage Out, gets published and yet she mentions it but once.  She appears to have more interest in her husband's successes, which was kind of sweet to behold.  In these early years, she has no doubt of Leonard's talents.

I've only just begun.  I'm currently in 1918 and the diaries end in 1941, just days before her suicide.  I've a lot of life left to go.  But, even in these first years, I am taken aback by her insights into human nature.  No wonder I feel so comfortable around her, even though we are lifetimes apart.

Summer Conditions...

...are that traffic will be a nightmare everyday of August.  I live outside a moderate sized city.  Traffic is generally tolerable with very few snarls.  Gridlock is not really an issue.  Back ups do happen, but rarely.  Well, at least, I had thought so.

I don't know if it's a result of so-called progress, with construction springing up new highways and what-not, or just dumb people, or a combination of both (dangerous indeed), but since August 1, I have seen a trend that is very disturbing.

That first sunny day I ran into a backup off my home road due to lane closures and on my detour, passed one three car accident and one single car accident within less than a block of each other.  Tragedy hit a few days later when three people were killed in a highway accident that was the result of an accident just moments before.  Another couple of days and another three car accident on the bridge I cross everyday on the way home, detouring me thirty minutes out of my way.  An accident two days ago on the highway rerouted everyone to my normal path home, slowing everything down. 

I'm whining.  And, I'm whining about something that's probably not even very interesting.  What it is, is just the way it is.  But the number of car accidents I've heard about, passed, avoided, just seem higher than normal.  Are we too distracted?  Impatient?  Frankly, I'm a little nervous. 

Month-In-Review: July

If  I can claim to have gone on vacation in both mind and body this summer, I will for the the month of July.  While progress on the database I'm creating for work kicked into high gear, everything else kind of came to a screeching a halt...

• I applied to 3, count 'em, 3 jobs this month, and they were all before July 15th.
• I mindlessly watched episodes of Wings and Roseanne on Netflix nonstop on my evenings and weekends.
• I, apparently, have no life.
• I went to NC for a long weekend to see my best friend and had a fabulous time, including a lovely snooze on the beach by the Atlantic.  Woke up with a decent sunburn, but...
• I am suffering now from a worse sunburn after hours at a waterpark in Michigan yesterday.  I'm also streaky from an inconsistent application of sunscreen.  Really, I'm adorable.  Red, flaky, and just precious.

So, that's all that I can say about July.  Not bad, all in all.  Weight pretty much stayed the same, calorie output was still in the 10,000 range, and I never missed a workout, even while in North Carolina, but that's easy for me.  Working out is a natural part of my lifestyle; it's the eating well that, well, you know how it is...

Will I get back on track for August?  Well, I didn't want to post tonight, but I did, no matter how sore and tired I am.  That might be a good indication.  Of what, I just don't know...