Having my week start on Tuesday is very confusing to me. I sorta don't always be sure what day it is anyway (I know. Terrible grammar. but I am tired of backspacing, and I changed sentences mid-stream of consciousness, so I am leaving it that way. ). And then writing as if it were Friday, Saturday and now Sunday is messing with my already fuzzy brain.
Complete change of subject. I have been reading Michelangelo and the Pope's Ceiling by Ross King. Which I am enjoying every much. Those wacky Italianos. And the Pope! What a hoot! Okay, for real -- it's about Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel ceiling starting in 1508. And being Italy, there was lots of stuff going on around him...the Pope attacked several city-states, to get back Papal holdings, he was sparring with King Louis XII of France (I think XII, I cannot be bothered to look it up, and I absolutely suck at history, so I could be all wrong here. Oh well.) Pope Julius II had a daughter -- apparently celibacy back then had slightly different connotations. Martin Luther shows up and in his usual insane way goes completely overboard -- at one point expressing almost disappointment that his parents were still alive so he could not do penance to save their souls...
"In the Lateran Palace he ascended the Scala Santa, the Holy Staircase miraculously transported from the home of Pontius Pilate. He crawled up the twenty-eight steps, saying a paternoster and then kissing each, hoping there by to release from Purgatory the soul of his dead grandfather. He saw so many other opportunities to do good deeds for the souls of the dead that, as he later remarked, he began to regret that his parents were still alive."
Yeah. That's not going to be me in Rome. I am not crawling up any staircases praying and kissing them. I am too Midwest Scandinavian Lutheran for that sort of display...
Anyway, it's a good book, if you like history. The fact that I will soon be in Rome and seeing some of the stuff they talk about I am sure is making it more interesting. Next I am going to read Angels and Demons by Dan Brown again, so that I can do the whole "oh, yeah, this is the fountain they were at" thing again...Last time (the only other time) I was in Rome, I had read that book but too long ago to remember details, so I was all "I think this is where that scene happened, but maybe not." So to avoid that whole scenario repeating itself, I will read A&D right before.
I also have a book about Da Vinci and math, but maybe I will just let Zeke read that one and give me the Cliff Notes version, since math is my enemy. Okay, not really my enemy, but my "makes my head hurt".
Enough randomness babbling for now. Slide on down and see how we spent Sunday in San Diego. It's right there, with pictures and everything!