~knitting~
(sorry for the lime green background--it was the only horizontal surface big enough to photograph the vest that wasn't wood colored)
I'm making good progress on my dad's vest. I have to sew up the left shoulder seam and do the ribbing on the arm holes before blocking, but that is small potatoes at this point.
The neckline, however, gave me conniptions. I think I knit it and frogged it about three times before I finally got it. In the end, I think it works, but the method for putting it on was a bit confusing.
I'm poking away at the Hitchhiker scarf, but it doesn't look that different from last week. I also cast on my husband's neck warmer while we were away this past weekend, as it is a completely mindless knit.
~reading~
I finished a bunch of stuff in the last week or two, including Journey Into the Whirlwind. It was excellent, and I'm actually finding Shalamov's Kolyma Tales a bit rough going after reading it.
I think Ms. Ginzburg's book has better pacing and a sense of...I don't know, hope, maybe? that Shalamov's book lacks. His book is really hard reading--you get to the depths of human misery and the capacity to animalistic behavior given the right conditions.
I'm still working through Secondhand Time; the chapter I'm on is about the 1991 coup specifically, and it is kind of slow.
Making progress, at least.

I started and finished a brief memoir by Jana Heksel about growing up in the GDR in the 1980s. She is a couple of years older than me, so we have a generational similarity that I appreciate. I thought the memoir was quite good, actually. At the beginning, I was tempted to think that it was someone who hadn't really reconciled leaving childhood behind, but actually, the book is more complicated and nuanced than that. She talks about how the last generation of kids to grow up in the GDR are really third culture kids--they have the communist heritage and culture, but have had to learn how to adapt and live in the West, while their parents' generation got left behind. She has to grapple with the longer history of Germany in ways that her Western counterparts didn't--the GDR taught that history started in the late 1940s, so none of its people really dealt with the legacy of the Nazis, for example. She has none of the anger that many of the older generation have about losing everything they held dear, but she does lament the cultural isolation that her generation often feels, and sometimes longs for the way it used to be.

Speaking of Nazi Germany, I picked up two books on the Holocaust this week--KL came highly recommended as an exhaustive study of the concentration camps, and I happened to see Ravensbruck when I was in a bookstore recently and I found a cheap used copy online. I have a few more tomes to work through before I crack these, however.

I'm still working on War and Peace, and have gotten into Part II of Volume 3. The Russian army is marching inexorably toward Borodino. There is a beautiful scene in Part I during Natasha's extreme grief over her behavior with Kuragin and her subsequent throwing off of Bolkonsky that didn't make into the miniseries. After months of illness and thousands of rubles spent on various "cures", she spends a week attending all the services of the Church, and preparing for communion. She attends the Divine Liturgy at the end of the week, recives the Eurcharist, and the sacraments of confession and communion are really what put her back on the path of physical health. I wish it had been included, because it really sheds light on how her grief was so spiritual, and how the rituals of the Orthodox Church helped her to heal and move on from it.
~watching~
I finished the final season of Person of Interest, and I was pleased with how it ended. I did think there were some narrative gaps in the final episode, but it was a satisfying ending. I especially loved how they wrapped up Reese's story arc.
I started season 3 of Endeavour on PBS.org, and am going to start The Tunnel. I really love Stephen Dillane, so I'm hoping this series will be worth watching. I enjoy Shaun Evans' young Morse very much as well, and Roger Allam as Thursday is a treat.
I also started season 2 of Outlander (finally!) I was so reluctant to start it--I don't know if I thought I'd be disappointed, or if I was just waiting so I could really savour it. In any case, I think season 2 is extremely well done, at least so far. I was kind of dreading episode seven, because there is so much sadness in it that is familiar to me, but I appreciated the way that they handled it, and I thought it was beautifully done. It really did justice to the book and spoke truth to me. I'm in the middle of episode 8, after they return to Scotland, and I get why people thought that one "jumped the shark" so to speak, but I think I understand why the writers changed what they did. Dragonfly in Amber is an enormous book and to fit it all into 13 episodes is a feat indeed.
We've had a lot of busy the last couple of weeks, as we settle into our summer routine. They are tearing up the street in front of our house to replace the water main and sewer lines, so that is a multi-month long hassle and parking headache.
It's too bad because it makes a lot of dust and dirt, so we can't have the windows open during the not-super-hot part of the summer, but at least it makes for interesting window-watching!
It is also terribly humid (although the heat isn't too bad yet) and my legs are very swollen and numb, even in the morning, so that is a bit disconcerting.
Our neighborhood pool opened last week, so we are spending a lot of time at the pool this week, taking swim lessons and having some water fun before the older three kids start camp next week.
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