- I was actually reading The Bone Clocks. And it’s getting weird. Crispin Hershey’s section ended with a woman named Soleil killing him so her poetry would be read by the masses. Something something Anchorites and something something The Script. I started the part right after that but had to get up and do other stuff. And that part takes place in 2025. And it’s weird. Holly Sykes’ old psychiatrist, Marinus, has resurfaced and is narrating now. Finally, the story that’s been percolating under the surface has finally become the surface. But I’m a little confused about what’s going on, and I don’t want to hypothesize right now.
- I did laundry!
- I went to work and volunteered for the Sacramento Animal Area Coalition’s annual Spay Day. I neutered two dogs and one cat. I was supposed to neuter two cats, but someone no-showed. Why in the heck someone would turn down getting a cat neuter for $15 is beyond me. But that’s okay. Neutering is one of my favorite things I get to do as a veterinarian, so it was a fun afternoon.
- I almost ran my car out of gas because I didn’t have time to buy any before heading up to work. No one tell Jacob. He doesn’t read the blog so there’s no way he’ll find out unless one of you tells him.
- I did dishes!
- And now, dear friends, I’m off to walk my dogs with my husband. And for the first time in eight long weeks, neither of us needs to get up early tomorrow morning to go to work. We’ll still be awake at 5am. But hopefully the pets will understand if we don’t want to get up and feed them for a couple more hours. They probably won’t, because they’re furry assholes, but that’s okay. They’re good looking furry assholes.
A few things. I thought you wrote that you volunteered at an animal SPA day, and I thought spaying and neutering animals at a spa day was a pretty dirty trick. Second, I like the way you describe The Bone Clocks. That’s how I feel when I read David Mitchell too. Are there really anchorites in it? Like from the middle ages?
There are Anchorites in it, but I don’t think they have much in common with the individuals back in the middle ages who would “withdraw from secular society so as to be able to lead an intensely prayer-oriented, ascetic, and—circumstances permitting—Eucharist-focused life. Whilst anchorites are frequently considered to be a type of religious hermit, unlike hermits they were required to take a vow of stability of place, opting instead for permanent enclosure in cells often attached to churches. Also unlike hermits, anchorites were subject to a religious rite of consecration that closely resembled the funeral rite, following which—theoretically, at least—they would be considered dead to the world, a type of living saint.” Thank you wikipedia for that quick tutorial.
The Anchorite are, I believe, going to be the bad guys of the “weird” story, and sometimes have been referred to as “carnivores.” The Anchorites in the book may also be dead to the rest of the world, but that’s still to come.