No New Books Today
I usually post about books on Thursdays because I love those things, be they of the digital variety or the hardcopy kind that fall onto my face with a plop when I doze off while reading in bed. But this week has been fraught with lots of family crises. You’d think one really sick person in a week or one emergency run would be more than enough. Try two of each!
The series of heart-pounding events started last Thursday, so that somehow made me think of that old rhyme about children born on days of the week. I checked: I’m a Thursday’s child and the rhyme says I have far to go. Why me? A better question yet is what has Thursday got to do with going anywhere?
Google to the rescue! Here’s what one sage had to say:
“Thursday – the fifth day of the week, “… derives its name from the MIddle English Thorsday. “Thursday’s child has far to go,” much like Thor, the only god who couldn’t cross from earth to heaven upon the rainbow.”
Where’s that rainbow anyway? I’m looking for it. Not seeing it.
The best part of finding the answer to my question was that I reread the whole poem and decided being born on Thursday was a heck of a lot better than being born on Wednesday, but I became firmly convinced that because I’m only one day away from Wednesday, there has been a bit of contamination–at least this past week.
Any more of these tricksters that you know and love?