I turned off comment moderation and I'm just going to have to keep using the filter to try to keep the spam off my blog. That means I'll have to keep opening up tons of email from people flogging everything from cruises to love potions, but I can do that. Somehow, the conversational tone I like gets lost in trying to control everything.
Snow is coming down and I am at the point where I no longer welcome it. It may be beautiful but the logistical difficulties and additional expense it causes are not.
I am reading "The Proud Tower" by Tuchman. It's about the last 24 years before World War I. I would have liked living then better than I like living now.
Here's a man after my own heart:
On the Duke of Devonshire:
" His brother, Lord Cavendish, was Chief Secretary for Ireland and was assassinated in Phoenix Park, Dublin on his first day in office. Whether because of his brother's murder or some other less obvious reason, the Duke made a habit of always carrying a loaded revolver about with him, and this was a constant source of worry to his family. "He was always losing them and buying new ones" wrote his nephew, "and there were no less than 20 of them knocking about Devonshire house when he died."
Sounds good to me.