sovay: (Rotwang)
sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2017-04-01 02:55 pm

Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne

Rabbit, rabbit!

I see we have achieved April Fool's Day Blizzard II: The You've Got to Be Kidding Me. When I went to bed, it was just a lot of sleety rain and slushy ice that I shoveled off the front steps in the hope that it wouldn't freeze into a solid glassy layer overnight. By the time I woke up, it was snow. Lots and lots of wet and sticking snow that I am going to shovel off the front steps—and the front walk, and the driveway, and wherever else my mother needs—as soon as I can stomach it. The pussy willow and the forsythia are flowering bewilderedly in the back yard. There is a robin hopping around the broken conifer branches with a sort of reality-defying cheer. Whee.

In the meantime I dreamed about an outdoor production of a Shakespeare play that doesn't exist (with boatloads of numinous greenwood, so I'm sorry—doesn't it feel like Shakespeare should have written a play about Robin Hood, with fairies?) and winged cats going into space (which someone must have written and published in the '80's), neither of which derives obviously from watching Dan Duryea in Cy Endfield's The Underworld Story (1950), re-reading Gypsy Rose Lee's The G-String Murders (1941), and reading half of Lee's Mother Finds a Body (1942) before bed.

We who are about to shovel salute you. This is ridiculous.
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[personal profile] thistleingrey 2017-04-02 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
That is ridiculous (the weather). Here it's too warm, but that's more logical; you're a bit far south for late snow, even by last year's standards. (Another friend lives in midstate NY, where it snowed close to May Day last year, IIRC. Or perhaps it was the year prior. Recent enough to part of the madness, anyway.) Sorry, robins and happy blooms! :/
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[personal profile] davidgillon 2017-04-02 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Stay warm in that snow! Though I suppose the shovelling will guarantee that.

In the meantime I dreamed about an outdoor production of a Shakespeare play that doesn't exist (with boatloads of numinous greenwood, so I'm sorry—doesn't it feel like Shakespeare should have written a play about Robin Hood, with fairies?)

I had to think for a moment before I was certain he didn't. And clearly he should have.

winged cats going into space (which someone must have written and published in the '80's)

I can think of cats in space (Heinlein, The Cat Who Walked Through Walls), but the closest I can think of for winged cats is Mercedes Lackey doing gryphon kittens, and I'm failing completely on both at once. OTOH I'm certain I've seen illustrations somewhere.

[identity profile] shewhomust.livejournal.com 2017-04-01 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I always wonder why Shakespeare never drew on the Arthurian material; I shall add Robin Hood to that.

I'm sorry your April Fooling is so brutal in its humour: wishing all strength to your shovelling arm!
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[personal profile] gwynnega 2017-04-01 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I cannot comprehend an April blizzard. It's 76 degrees in LA today. I wish I could bottle it for you.
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[personal profile] radiantfracture 2017-04-02 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Someone ought to rediscover those lost Shakespearean plays.

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[identity profile] ethelmay.livejournal.com 2017-04-02 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Space Cat, check. Catwings, check. Don't recall any Spacecatwings (which inevitably reminds me of Goodspaceguy (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goodspaceguy)).
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[personal profile] weirdquark 2017-04-02 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
I thought it was very nice of the northeast to have another blizzard for the 20th anniversary of the one we had in '97, but to be fair, I didn't have to shovel for either of them.

[identity profile] nineweaving.livejournal.com 2017-04-02 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
You have the best dreams! I wish I could have seen that Robin Hood play with fairies. Did you know that Ben Jonson left just such a play unfinished at his death?

Nine