Soggy Saturday

Yet we carry on; hairdos must be done, cats exercised, and necessities procured. We're having visions of gingerbread cookies dance in our heads. Must -resist-urge-to-bake. Maybe a spoonful of molasses will take off the edge.
My mom has been reading the recent Edith Grossman translation of Don Quixote. It has been a bit arduous, mainly because it's a Big Fat Book in hardback. She's not only exercising her mind but also getting a workout for her arms. She just passed the episode in Part Two where Don Q., while watching a puppet show, is enraged by the abduction of a lady puppet by a bad guy puppet, leaps onto the stage with his sword and slashes the puppets to pieces. Despite its length, it's been a good one for her to read, due to its episodic quality which makes it like a huge collection of short stories. She shakes her head over Don Q.'s over the top tantrums.