...here I thought most people are ok with grammatical proscriptions. But I guess that's not the case. I love how Zwicky compares the prosody of however and but.
It's snowing. Our yard is white, the street slippery. This morning I woke up in the middle of what sounded like a Star Wars battle scene, but it was just a yard full of Evening Grosbeaks scrapping over food. What a hellish racket.
I spent the rest of the morning watching the birds, watching it snow, and reading, reading, reading. I also checked out the description of The Tree of Meaning: Thirteen Talks, a new book by Robert Bringhurst that I was given the heads-up about recently. It's now at the top of my shopping list. And I checked out the cupcakes that Amy sent me.
Speaking of cake, I hope to run into some of you at the sweets table at the Saskatchewan Book Awards 14th Annual Shortlist Reading Brunch in Saskatoon on Sunday. I'm looking forward to it. Last year's brunch was fantastic.