The religious connotations have long gone but it definitely is a good friday: some sunshine, just about warm enough to sit in the garden and catch up on some reading – supposedly I am keeping track of my reading this month but so far haven’t done too well. As I’m off until next week some time (I don’t really want to think about the start of work again on such a glorious carefree day) I hope I manage to carry out an impressive amount of reading. Still stuck in the middle of Jed Rubenfeld’s the Interpretation of Murder: a different look at Freud and the Oedipus complex and also an interesting account of the rivalry between Freud and Jung and other hangers on, and their at times turbulent relationship. It’s a very long time ago I read my Jung and Freud, so reading this novel helps to remind myself of what it was all about in an easy and pleasant way – a bit of murder and a bit of whipping is probably also very apt this time of the year, only these are girls being whipped and one of them murdered. I would have liked to have been able to use the word flaggelation, as that seems even more relevant to an easter weekend, however, so far there is no flaggelant or description of any other such ritual.
Meanwhile the family, those that are spending their Easter weekend here, seem to have happily absconded from the real world, reading and spreading themselves across laptops, garden and rooms doing what they want to do. The fish and the birds have been fed by granddaugher who is now blissfully asleep, readying herself for more mayhem this afternoon. Her mixture of German and English is becoming quite interesting for a two-year old, who straddles between the command ‘aufstehen!’ when anyone dares stay in bed longer than she does and ‘come here’ when she wants your attention. In between she talks about ‘birds’ and ‘peepees’ (some German slang for birds I gather…) as well as ‘essen’ (when she wants to eat) and ‘eat’ when the fish are being fed. You wonder what goes on in that brain. She also has books in both languages, depending on who reads to her, and is quite happy as long as someone pays attention.
Back to my books now – enough musings for one day. In particular as I have two stories on the go as well, I’ve already realised that one weekend, however long, is never going to be long enough!