What is that sound I don’t hear?
Wind.
It went on for hours and hours yesterday; I stopped counting the number of times I had to run out to the porch to retrieve something that had fallen or had blown across the porch. It’s rather cold this morning, but it’s sunny and I cannot wait to get out there and do a bit more potting.
Don is making something in the crockpot for dinner – we’re trying to get through the next two days with the little we have on hand so we don’t have to grocery shop until Monday. We avoid our local store on the weekends. Too crowded!
Our neighbors across the street are having an outdoor birthday party today and invited us, but we’re not really party people. They have a Grateful Dead cover band playing from 6:30 until 9:30. But, like good neighbors, they gave us a heads up and the band will finish at a sane time, so we plan to watch The Wizard of Oz on TCM instead of our current subtitled series (Baron Noir) because it will be too noisy to concentrate on the subtitles. And obviously, we know Oz pretty well by this point in our lives.
I gave up on The Paris Library. I tried, but it’s not my cup of tea. The prose is clunky (only my opinion, of course) and since The American Library’s activities during the Occupation of Paris are documented, I’d rather read the non-fiction version of this story. As you know, historical fiction is not my thing; I have definite opinions about that genre. So. It is now in my DNF (Did Not Finish) pile and I’ll donate it to our local library whenever they start taking donations again.
I started More Fool Me, the third volume of Stephen Fry’s memoirs, and I think I’ll read it and some fiction at the same time. Fiction title is yet to be determined.
A question: are you enjoying these little posts about my career? I woke up this morning thinking, “How boring this must be!” and started to question whether I should continue with them. Part of me says “You’re rattling on and on about your past and who cares?” but then again, this blog is all about me rattling on and on, isn’t it? Anyway, let me know. I’m perfectly fine with it either way.
Today marks 27 years since we lost our beloved student John Lentz to senseless gun violence. He was murdered walking out of Balboa Park after a closing night party. His girlfriend, Dhyana, was also shot, but survived. I miss him every day. He was kind, talented, bright, and could make me laugh like no one else. He was about to graduate with an MFA and had a bright future ahead of him. It was taken away in a second. I don’t think I’ve ever cried as much as I did that day and for the week that followed as we journeyed to Kansas for his funeral.
Rest in Peace, dearest John.
Stay safe.
Happy Saturday.
