dracula's women

Book Club was awesome Tuesday night. I was my typical awkward self, not talking to anyone when I got there. But then we began on the book, and I had trouble shutting up. Only half of us had finished the book, so there was a fill-everyone-in period. Then we began discussions such as why vampires are such popular figures in fiction, the juxtaposition of Mina and Lucy, the role of Renfield the lunatic, the efficacy of the epistolary narrative, the "rules" of vampires. Yes, Buffy was brought into the conversation, as was Twilight. I loved all the characters, but the comparison of the two female protagonists caught my interest most, perhaps.

Lucy and Mina.

Lucy is "the perfect woman." She receives three proposals in one day. She is perfectly beautiful, perfectly sweet, perfectly perfect. Perfectly BORING. She is the typical Victorian woman, with fainting spells and no gumption. When she starts wasting away of some unknown disease, Dr. Abraham Van Helsing (please say it with a very strong Dutch accent, or it just doesn't count) is called in to be of assistance. He figures out that Dracula is draining her. Over a short period of time, she is given four transfusions--one from each of her admirers, and then from the good Doctor himself--but dies anyway. She turns into a vampire, the four men hunt her, and her fiance has the quite gruesome work of killing her. Quite. Gruesome.

Then they meet Mina, childhood friend of Lucy and wife to recently-escaped intended victim of the Count. Mina is described as having "the mind of a man, and the heart of a woman." She is self-educated and quick-witted, along with being young, pretty and compassionate. She says of herself that she has never been a fainter, or one taken to weeping. Mina uses her husband's diary to aid the vampire hunters, transcribing it from shorthand. She compiles all the varying accounts in chronological order so that she can discern cause and effect. She stands her ground against lunatic Renfield. She and Dr. Van Helsing are the brains of the operation, while the other four men tend to be the muscles. Dracula bites her and forces her to drink his blood, thus gaining mental control over her. However, Mina continues to be vital to the group and figures out that if Van Helsing hypnotizes her, she can read the Count's mind for them. Because of this usefulness, when the men hunt him back to his castle, she goes too. In the final battle, Mina draws a revolver. Yeah, she was toting.

Basically, I love Mina.

Dracula is considered a commentary on Victorian views of sexuality, with the exchanging of blood being a sensual act, etc. In this light, I find these two women to be the height of interest, how Bram Stoker chose to depict my gender. I get the brides of Dracula being voluptuous, sensual and catty; and I get that he would depict the virtuous Lucy opposite them, thus making the post-mortem transformation that much more horrible.

However, I wonder at Mina. Mina, who is revered by the men who know her as having every positive attribute. She is honorable and compassionate, wise and kind. She is called beautiful. But she, too, is bitten by the Count in a scene that can be likened to one of rape. She becomes Unclean and is burned by the Eucharist. Only the Count's death can remove this stigma from her. Yet, she continues to be a power for good, and is Bram Stoker's only female character to show true grit. While the oft-repeated remark that she has the mind of a man may be seen as insulting, it was meant complimentary, followed the first time by the addendum, "or as a man ought to have."

I think, given Mina, that Bram was a feminist. For Mina and Lucy had purity in common, but the one who lived also had a brain.

That, and a gun.

Additional note of interest: Dracula doesn't glitter in the sunlight, but he can go out in it. And when he dies, he turns to dust. One point, Buffy; half point Twilight.

compliments

Audrei and her roommate Christa came over to bring me pie yesterday. Just because they are nice. While visiting, Audrei mentioned that she had driven Liza and Pinky (self-assigned nickname because of her pink hair) to church. When Audrei told Liza that they would be sitting with me, Liza turned to Pinky and said, "I can't wait for you to meet her! She's one of the most beautiful girls I know!"

Nice of course, but it was immediately followed by Christa adding, "It's true. I was really intimidated by you when we met, because of how pretty you are."

I'm totally flattered. I intimidated someone!

book clubs

As of this afternoon, I am participating in two book clubs. The first is being set up by a woman my age for the "newly marrieds" she knows. Since everyone is so busy, we will meet every other month and the hostess picks the book. Fine. But...it is my experience that new book clubs fall apart quickly, because the interest is social and fleeting. The purpose of this is for the newly marrieds to bond. It is not focused on the books. The people coming are not the most intellectual or experienced people I know. And the founder of our book club grates on me like sandpaper on a sunburn. She is a mean gossip, bless her heart, who likes dominating social situations. But I felt desperate to find a place to make friends. So I joined.

Today I got a call from my visiting teacher. She invited me to go to a book club with her this month. It has been going on for years and has some ten regulars, plus others who come occasionally. They meet the third Tuesday of every month. And they talk about the books. "These are really intelligent women, Audrey. We're not getting together to socialize. Sure, that happens too, but we get together because we want to talk about a book." I think I heard angels sing when she said that. I am a terrible socialite, but get me talking about a book and all my inhibitions go away. That is my passion. And she was right: these women are smart. These are the classy, intelligent women that I admire at church, plus their friends and neighbors. They are in all walks of life, and I am sure to be the youngest one there, which suits me just fine. And the woman who invited me is delightful and genuinely kind, (it's nice to know that despite that, we actually have something in common) so I know this will be an inviting place to be, a real circle. I am excited to participate.

shoeless

I find myself without closed-toe brown shoes for work. By work I mean that they cannot be flimsy or high heeled. I'm thinking oxfords, or better yet, mary janes. Because my way cute turtleneck and khaki outfit today is rather spoiled by my sneakers. I'm thinking Target.

stupid, obnoxious waste of time

Last night I watched "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown." Next year, I think I will cut my eyes out with a spoon, instead.

my weekend

Yesterday was a home game.
Today was a primary program.
'Nuff said.

what I learned today

I learned that...

my triglycerides are high.
my cholesterol is low...including the good kind.
if I leave the house by 7:10, I get to work before 7:40.
I don't like the Guess Who as much as I had heretofore assumed.
many people at work are idiots, others are not.
sleeping alone scares me sometimes, so I have taken to leaving my lamp on and snuggling with Raphael.
going grocery shopping at 5:00 is an in-and-out experience.
getting out of the parking lot, however, is more difficult.

Next up, I will learn which of several recipes for salad dressing I like best.

family

I absolutely adore my nieces and nephew. What I love best is how very distinct their individual personalities are.

Owen is full of vim and vigor. He is dramatic and adventurous, yet strangely shy. It takes a really good game of spinning to win him over. He loves his Bompa.

Penny is hilarious. She is content to explore on her own, but she is also extremely playful, mimicking faces and singing along with music. She thinks tongues are hilarious.

Abby is sweet and demure. Perhaps it is her age, but she is quiet and calm. Unlike her older cousin and brother, Abby is very cuddly when held. She nuzzles.

I loved seeing them all, and I loved, LOVED visiting with my siblings. Jason, Jamie and Joyce occupy a nice spot in my heart that is reserved for family. I felt at home when I was there, seeing them, hugging them, talking to them and laughing with them. I look forward to seeing them again for a real full-length vacation.

surprise

I had a nice surprise tonight as I left Audrei's house. Kevin called from Europe in the middle of the night. He makes me incredibly happy.

baking bread

I called in sick to work today. And, yes, I was legitimately ill. I picked up some stomach virus, the effects of which began while traveling home yesterday. That was fun.

I knew I had to go grocery shopping today, but the task held little appeal. For one, I didn't know how I would handle being so far from a bathroom, and secondly, I didn't like to put that distance between myself and my couch. Ah, blessed couch. Hulu and Waitress have kept me company today.

I looked around the kitchen to decide what I absolutely had to buy. It came down to bread. Just bread. Everything else could wait. And I really didn't want to leave the house.

So, I baked. The bread is rising right now.

Sure, it might seem like the harder way to go about things, but I found it preferable to grocery stores and check out lines. I'd go so far as to call it therapeutic.

And that's how I spent my summer vacation.

on the plus side

I am sick of my own whining.
I am an optimist. I always have been. And I am not willing to give that up, to surrender it to fear.
So here is what I am looking forward to when Kevin is gone.

Sleep:
I will have a queen sized bed to myself. I will not stay up later than 9:30 to spend time with Kevin, the night owl. I won't wake up to him sneaking into bed.

Writing:
I cannot write from the seat in the living room. I need a desk. And I never use it, because it is in the next room. The coffee table may work, as well; I will have to experiment. Also, to write, I need to spend hours at one go, uninterrupted. I need to re-read my recent pages to refocus myself, and I tend to do much revising before I am captured with the moment and begin to write unhindered. It takes work, and I can dedicate time to that in a quiet apartment.

Scripture Study:
I have only occasionally studied well since we've been married. Mostly, because I have not managed to wake up before six or, usually, six thirty. But I used to get up at five thirty and spread my several books and pencils over the entire kitchen table and study for half an hour. Now, I stumble out of bed too late to do so. And table space is at a premium. But I will leave my mess out for 29 straight days, go to bed earlier and study in the mornings.

Driving:
I will have total access to the car for the entire month. I will leave for work at the same time, get there earlier and leave there earlier and be home by five fifteen. Not only does that give me an entire hour and fifteen minutes extra time every evening, but I will also be able to take an entire hour at lunch time, instead of the measly half. With all that time, I think I will write. Or sleep.

Music:
I can play my music in the car, in the apartment, never ending music and singing. I will have the apartment to myself, so nobody will be bothered. I will not be tethered by headphones to the couch. And I can sing without embarrassment.

Emailing:
I express myself best in writing. Turns out, it uses a different part of the brain than speaking. Kevin and I have often communicated by email over the course of our relationship, and I treasure those letters. I have been sad that living together has decreased the necessity to write to one another. I am glad to have that chance again, to express in words things that I assume are implied and understood when we see each other daily.

For four solid weeks, I will get to focus myself entirely on me. Maybe I will find that some things work better that way, and others will be lacking for Kevin's absence. But it is not the end of the world, and Kevin will come back to me at the end of it.

because I said I would

Nora has issued a challenge, and we're going to help each other write short daily blog posts. Because today is a good day (in the sense that it is not a bad day), I am going to take her up on the challenge.

The news for today is that Kevin is going to Europe for the month of November. At least, that was the original plan. Yesterday we were told that he is actually leaving Sunday. This Sunday. Five days from now. While we're on vacation in Utah.

I did not handle the news well. Of course, I handle very little with equanimity these days. Unless "equanimity" has come to mean sobbing into one's sweater in the back corner of the warehouse, periodically throughout the work day. I do not know what I will do with him gone. I mean that literally (my schedule and habitual activities will be affected) but more truthfully in the quite dramatic, LeAnne Rimes, "How Do I Live?", there'd-be-no-sun-in-my-sky way.

I feel lost thinking about it.

If Kevin were in favor of the idea, I would leave my job and spend the next 4-5 weeks touring Europe while he audits Dell factories. But I am not rational, and Kevin is. He'd never let me quit my job and spend ridiculous amounts of money, just like that, on a whim. And I suppose he is right.

But I am going to miss him very, very badly.

and the dog ate my homework

I have not posted in a long time. I have been busy. It is precisely when the most blog-worthy material is occurring that one has the least time to write.

Since last we met, I have moved. Thrice. Kevin promises that it will be the last time for a good long while. We've even planned out how many triple bunk beds we can fit in our second bedroom and thus how many kids we can have before a larger place is necessitated. By my reckoning the number is 12, but come unlucky child 13 and we'll have to upgrade to a three-bedroom. Luckily that won't be for five or six years, and I'll have plenty of cheap labor to help me pack.

I have also, in the past nine months, planned and executed a wedding. Quite successfully, I might add. I did less well with the honeymoon. (Please don't be juvenile.) Kevin and I discovered that not only did we spend the week in varying degrees of viral-induced agony, but we also don't have a single picture of us together from our honeymoon. I think this calls for a second one, if only to fill the frame I have set aside on an otherwise blank wall for just such a Kodak moment.

I have had two nieces. Yes, the labor was hard, but I came through it okay, and the girls are doing beautifully.

I turned twenty-five. For said birthday, I received OneNote, which has made organizing all my billions of fictive thoughts much easier. I feel ambitious to write again. Though, I promise you, I have not been spending time with my novels instead of my blog. I have been far too busy for either. That will change, however. Though I will never receive a penny for my work, I vow to waste years of my life scribbling away (or tip-tapping away on Eddie, my beloved laptop) on various pieces of aspiring literature.

I survived work at the Co-op during a championship football season. I changed my name. Twice. I have said positive things about Relief Society. I have had approximately 250 nightmares. I have been introduced to Sports Night. I got to spend time with Kevin, which we all know never happened during the courtship. I have built a registry and then purchased nearly everything on it. I have ordered pictures printed and hung a ridiculous number of frames. I am decorating an apartment against the event that we ever have people over to see it. I read regularly. I clean, do laundry, grocery shop, and I even try to make my husband dinner occasionally (it's not working: he's lost weight. I've gained it.)

Anyway, that's why I haven't written.

If you want, you can blame Facebook, which makes emotional outlets so much more accessible. But I'm done with Facebook and its cheap allurements. I have a rant about that, if you care to hear it. In fact, I have several things I can write about (and may eventually.) If anyone is still reading, I am open to suggestions, requests, ransom demands, etc. Popular topics on my mind include why I hate my job and why I can't leave it; what I'm not doing with my talents; my Marxist views on public transit (which is really part of a larger expose' on the general goings-on of the public transit universe); and married life: so, how is it?

And I promise to be better from now on.