I’ve begun to read The House of Seven Gables, a novel that spans 200 years, beginning with the Salem witch trials (which will haunt the stately mansion referenced above) as penned by N. Hawthorne).
As stories told by authors of Hawthorne’s genre are known to express human emotion in ways so dry as not to stir my sensitivity to empathize too deeply with their protagonists, I hope to enjoy the mastery of Hawthorne’s writing skills while absorbing this tale concerning a family of wealth and privilege, doomed to be haunted throughout two centuries, following the dishonorable decision of a hard-hearted ancestor, who’d condemned a decent commoner to death by declaring him a wizard in order to confiscate the richly fertile lands of an innocent man.
And so has yet another quiet day been spent in the company of fictional characters whom I’ve just met.
Soon, Will and I will take our daily walk, outside, hopefully, offering us at least 10 minutes of physical activity.
As for now, I hope your day is as pleasant as possible while this pandemic rages on—🙋🏻♀️Annie
PS if the truth be told (and though the weather is mild and sunny, my brain feels stuck in the mud as is true pretty much every day when it comes time to motivate myself to take a walk. And having exposed that slice of my daily reality, This is as good a time as any to stop procrastinating and ready myself to walk with Will, right now!👩🏻🤝👨🏼
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