My attention span is back under control. I've been working really hard these past couple of days, and the beanstalk forest is starting to look all nice and tangled. Today, after six steady hours of painting these vines, I took a break and added a tiny portrait of my Nalgene bottle right there, next to the tent.
I also finally bought two cd's that I've been coveting forever: Dengue Fever's Venus on Earth and Regina Spektor's Begin to Hope. I have several songs from the latter on my ipod, but I restrained myself and didn't download the whole album so that I could one day indulge in the real, physical complete-with-liner-notes cd. Besides, those earbuds that came with my ipod constantly fall out of my ears and irritate me. I mean really irritate me. Another thing that I'm coveting is one of those ipod speaker things, but I also covet things like food, clothing and shelter, so I choose to pace myself.
I'm reading an extremely fragile copy of The Six Wives of Henry VIII by Paul Rival. I am completely, morbidly, fascinated by anything and everything having to do with Henry VIII and Elizabeth I. But not those Philippa Gregory books. Don't get me wrong, of course I've read them (yes, all of them), but I'm kind of ashamed of this fact, and I didn't pack them to bring to my new house, which I believe is the true test of how one truly feels about a book. Anyway, I have spent significant amounts of time analyzing my fascination with the Tudors et al, and my conclusion is, quite simply, that their lives, actions, political and psychological motivations make for a really good story.