What a long week this last one has been. It seems like forever ago it was last Sunday. Not an easy week either. We've been pretty mopey around here after putting our dog down. She was quite sick and I could not watch her suffer any longer. Still, it's tough and we've had some rough moments. I keep thinking I need to feed her or hear her outside. Sorry to bum you all out.
On that note though, I want to thank you all who have left messages for me here and on Twitter about Maggie. Your comments made me smile. I was amazed at the outpouring. People who never commented before left messages. I guess so many people can relate to having an animal pass. Thank you.
In other news, I did a lot of baking this week. Not just from Out of Old Nova Scotia Kitchens but also shortbreads and cabbage rolls. 'Tis the season. I'm gonna need a bigger freezer. Something about Christmas makes me want to bake.
I'm making time for reading. I started Jennifer Donnelly's Revolution and I'm hooked! It's so good and a departure from the Victorian Spinster Lady story lines I've been reading lately: Villette, Remarkable Creatures and The Blue Castle stories revolved around unmarried 'older' women. Now it's hard to imagine that a woman of 25 being considered too old to marry, but in those days if you weren't by then it was time to make plans to retire to the seaside for the rest of your life and live off your relatives. If you didn't have the looks or the money, you weren't wanted. Charlotte Bronte had some rather strong opinions on looking for a husband if you had neither of these:
"Not that it is a crime to marry, or a crime to wish to be married; but it is an imbecility, which I reject with contempt, for women, who have neither fortune nor beauty, to make marriage the principal object of their wishes and hopes, and the aim of all their actions; not to be able to convince themselves that they are unattractive, and that they had better be quiet, and think of other things than wedlock."
|"It's a Wonderful Life"|
And tell me why is George Bailey's wife in It's a Wonderful Life beautiful and happy but when he sees how things would be without him she's a dowdy, sad (gulp!) librarian ("Oh dear God, not a librarian!")? That scene always makes me laugh. Like that was the worst thing Frank Capra could think of. Not dead or anything but unmarried and working at the library. Good grief!
Who are your favorite unmarried ladies in literature?