My daughter’s reading The Mystery of the Periodic Table. She’s been doing textbooks for science the past few years, so I decided it was time to give her the option of reading living science books for the year. She enjoyed Archimedes and the Door of Science and also Christine Bennet, Chemist, which is an older book about about a teen girl who makes perfume, sells the formula, and heads off to college to become a chemist, which is a big surprise … unless you actually read the title.
I’m reading Andalucia in preparation for our big pretend trip to Spain. I’m thinking of staying in Salobrena, but I can’t figure out if we can actually walk to the beach from there or if we have to take a bus. I’m also trying to figure out how much it will cost to take the train up to Madrid to see Las Meninas by Velazquez (you know, the artist in I, Juan de Pareja). Of course, we’re going to see The Alhambra (you know, that place that Washington Irving wrote stories about) in Granada because it’s right there about an hour away from Salobrena by bus. Yes, I waste a lot of energy planning a big maybe trip, but pipe dreaming is fun.
My son is reading something. I can’t tell which book; he’s got a few strewn about. He’s at work, so I can’t ask him.
I can’t figure out what my husband’s reading either. The last novel he read was last month and took place in Bologna, Italy, but I can’t remember the title. Last night he picked up a book I had been making fun of titled, The Consumer Survival Book: How to Fight Inflation by Bittinger. It was published in 1976! The part I found rather ridiculous was the part about how to find quality furniture:
The best stuffing is horsehair. Curled pig bristles are just about as good.
Eeeewwww! No offense to horsehair-stuffed furniture lovers, but YUCK!
And let’s not forget this derision-worthy comment about another “good” material to stuff a couch with:
Rubberized hair is a new development which is of good quality. (Cow hair mixed with latex.)
I think the 70s were weird. Very weird.




