Seasons

After work yesterday evening I finished reading Marcovaldo or The Seasons in the City by Italo Calvino. It was okay. Well, it's these related stories and their writing covers a little over the span of a decade. I didn't like the earlier stories so much, I mean, they're okay, but it gets better as it goes along. It starts (as Calvino's career as a whole, briefly) in a realistic vein and gets dotted with more bits of magical realism. And it's not just the more realism of the earlier stories (I do like his first novel), but they all kind of have this same goofy sitcom like quality. But they're all light, as his works tends to be. Well, I must really have no brain functionality in the mornings lately, because in my last post I completely forgot to mention the biggest thing that happened that day (this would be Thursday that I was talking about). So Mary Beth sees that Trudy looks like she has an ingrown claw. So called the vet and took her in that afternoon. She did and they trimmed it and her claws and treated her paw. She had been seeming fine, but hopefully she's got nothing to worry about now.