Friday, December 9, 2022
Frosty Sunrise Walk
I had to go to the Royal Free hospital yesterday to get some routine blood tests done. My appointment was at 7:40 a.m., and I got there about 15 minutes early to find the testing center wasn't even open yet. I joined a line waiting in the hall and stood there until 7:41, when someone finally managed to open the doors and let us in. From there things went smoothly and I was done in a flash.
I left the hospital and walked to work through Belsize Park, where the sunrise gave the shopfronts an orange glow.
All the parked cars were wearing a layer of ice. I haven't even looked at the garden to see how it's fared during these cold snaps. Our fig tree was looking pretty droopy even before the frost. I should get out there this morning and take some pictures.
Anyway, I got to work at almost my normal time and spent an uneventful day. I read Maia Kobabe's book "Gender Queer," a controversial graphic novel in which Kobabe explains eir experience as a person categorized as female at birth but inhabiting a sort of gender in-between status as a non-binary teen and adult. (Kobabe uses the pronouns e, em, eir.) It was a fascinating, thought-provoking book, said by its publisher to be appropriate for people 16 and over, but some parents in the USA have targeted it partly because of sexual scenes and references. In our library, we're probably going to make it available to older high school students only. (The head librarian is reading it now and then we'll decide.)
I came home in the evening expecting to find Dave, who usually gets home before me, in his recliner as usual. But he had a concert, which I forgot about, so it was just me and the dog and a bowl of chili and "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert." (Which I have seen approximately a thousand times, and that's not enough.)
I was so glad to see that Brittney Griner has been permitted to leave Russia, though I think the guy we traded for her, arms dealer Viktor Bout, is purely evil and this deal could very well come back to bite us in the end. He did serve ten years in prison, at least, so it's not like he went unpunished. I wish we'd gotten the American marine, Paul Whelan, too -- Bout seems like a nefarious enough character that a two-for-one swap shouldn't have been out of the question. Not that I have any idea what it must be like to negotiate a prisoner swap with a rogue state like Russia.