Today is pretty memorable for the United States. I saw The police at the airport in Seattle this morning in their dress uniforms. Complete with white gloves and cap, they all looked so very splendid and I knew just why they were wearing those uniforms today.
I watched an episode of Reading Rainbow the other day, a really old program. It was about a school located near Ground Zero. The children had to be evacuated quickly after the airplanes hit the twin towers. It’s a story about those kids and everyone from around the world reaching out to them, to help them heal. Purely wonderful.
it’s been kind of a tough week at work. You know when you have to go eat lunch alone how your popularity ranks. There is really no comfort other than that of your family.
i’m reading a couple of books right now, avidly writing down plot lines to understand them better. I am also writing like a fiend to bring our friend though his story.
Here’s the current list:
1) The Novice by Thich Nhat Hanh and Elevation by Stephen King have a very similar construction as stories go, even as their genres are about as far apart as they get
2) The Secret History by Donna Tartt - never realized how much of the plot i missed under i listened to the audiobook version. Notes and book still in progress
3) Heavier than Heaven by Charles Cross - about Kurt Cobain, possibly one of the most narcissistic people to have lived. Also an athlete, artist and musician. A whole lot of talent.
When I stepped off the plane this morning I was struck by a pang of absence; I really wished my wife was here. My son wouldn’t care for it but Oregon is beautiful. Mountainous and chilly at night, low fog along the river in the morning. It’s something to see. It’s something to share.