Engaging in my book habit
I’m glad Heinlein stuck more to sf as this fantasy foray wasn’t, to my thinking, very interesting. It’s one of his works I had saved, but not really worth the wait. Couldn’t understand what the gorgeous empress of 20 Universes saw in Our Hero, to be honest, certainly not enough to select him out of untold millions to be her champion, slay dragons and defeat Cyrano de Bergerac to obtain the Holy Grail, oh, sorry, the Phoenix’s Egg/source of all recorded knowledge for her.
Every other woman in the book seems to be mad for him too, including the 13 year old daughter of his lord-of-the-manor host at one point. I found that just a few toes over the line. There were many elements you could excuse it for its age (mostly the sexism of the period) but not that. I never felt that the Hero was actually in danger, no matter what gallant deed he was supposed to be performing at the time. There’s a few other Heinleins I either haven’t read or just once, so I retain very little of their details, which I mean to go back to at some point.
Gardening. Autumn is well advanced but weather has gone back to fine, giving me a chance to get a few jobs out of the way. I’ve done a bit of trimming and watering of the potteds with the last of the rainwater for the moment. Also found the rest of the nasturtium seeds and scattered them about in pots and garden. They include those I saved from the red nasts of last season and the one before, so a one in three chance that they’ll also be red. If I have sufficient energy I’ll trim the tops of the hibiscus; keep meaning to but that’s not super urgent. The nasturtium seed planting was my final acknowledgment that I’ll be here at this place to see them grow and flower.
I had the company of the neighbour-across-the-way’s kitten, who was fascinated by my seed burying and then watering procedure, so much so that she nearly got some of the water on her several times. Hope she doesn’t try to dig them up.
