Over and over.

School holidays are over. We went back to the movies to see Transformers: One. The kids loved it. So did I, for different reasons. For me, Transformers One was the experience of eating snacks then falling asleep, occasionally being woken by shouts of “Megatron! No!”. That’s a good time. Much better than the time I decided to take my husband to see The Northman and had to keep my eyes open the entire time while vikings flapped about on the screen. That was a bad time.

Today I did loads of writing and found a copy of Arthur Schopenhauer’s Essays and Aphorisms in a street library when I took the dog for a walk. This was good as well. Never read Schopenhauer before. Came home and opened it to the introduction to the Penguin edition which starts off with “Schopenhauer is not difficult to understand provided one knows first something of the problems German metaphysical speculation was engaged in during his lifetime…”. Ah. Might be a problem. Still. I can always take it back into the street library if it doesn’t go well. The street library never judges.