Terrible day yesterday; Binks ate a half a bag of almonds on Sunday night (left on an end table; he pulled them down and chewed through the bag). So yesterday he was terribly sick. Profuse vomiting and diarrehia in morning followed by a long day of general physical discomfort. I spent the morning and early afternoon following him around and watching to make sure he didn't get worse and occasionally taking him outside, to vomit and excrete. A good moral for you kids out there: if you eat a quarter of your weight in roasted almonds, you will be sick.
Binks, I'm sure, had no idea why he'd woken up so sick. The idea of connecting his Sunday night's depredations with his Monday morning illness would not occur to a dog. And thankfully he's now back to normal. But yesterday was stressful. Poor Bear!
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Finished Howard's End, a book whose final 2/3 do not live up to the promise of its opening. Not a terrible book, but one deeply flawed--by a semi-incoherent philosophical substructure; by a massive implausibility at the core of its plot (Margaret's marrying Mr Wilcox); and by a prose style that lurches dangerously between the archaic, the glib, and the sermonizing.
Watched Kurosawa's Stray Dog yesterday, about a Tokyo cop whose quest to find a stolen gun leads to a larger examination of post-war Japan. Found the pacing tedious but still enjoyed a number of the set sequences.
Today I go back to tutoring American History. Mostly I get my American History tutoring jobs at the end of the year--May and June. That means that this time of year I have to reread American History textbooks to prepare. Right now I'm reading about the Grange. No one ever talks about the Grangers anymore. Why is that?