School was closed. This isn't the very first snow this season but it's certainly the first day of real snow—that is, deep snow, blowing snow, power outages—and the bridge over the creek next to the bakery had a real holiday look this morning. Curl up and read, friends! I’m in town waiting for Dan, the UPS man, to bring me The Elegance of the Hedgehog, strongly recommended by a family member, and Mouth Wide Open, another fun foodie book out in paperback in time for the holidays. Animals Make Us Human, the new book by Temple Grandin, is going on my next order, along with anything else my customers request.
One recent request (coming today or tomorrow) was How Football Explains America. (I’d be on somewhat firmer ground if the explanation were baseball.) Someone else ordered How We Live and How We Die, two books by the same author; another asked for A Whole New Mind; still another wants (to know) How to Write Like Chekhov. I’d settle for my old (used) mind, if only I could learn to write like Chekhov. It’s always interesting, though, to see what titles come together on an order list, kind of like looking at a virtual communal bookshelf where neighbors have each contributed a book or two.
Temple Grandin is one of the most interesting non-fiction writers alive. Another book to put on my list. I'm hoping to be in the mood for "serious" reading any day now, but I should probably ease into it. I listened to one too many "analyses" of the current economic disaster and shorted out a couple of circuits.
Left Northport at 4:45 a.m. Sunday. Sorry we missed the snow, it looks beautiful.
How long is your list, Gerry? If I wrote mine down instead of just (thinking I'm) keeping it in my head, the assignment would be daunting. For instance, do I really have to read THE RED AND THE BLACK by Stendahl this winter? I do look forward to more reading after the holidays but also to some serious time for intensive writing.
Anonymous, did you really miss the snow? I heard tales of people coming back from Chicago on Sunday and being in the heart of the storm from Michigan City all the way to Traverse City.
We got to Dayton before noon Sunday and saw the storm was coming behind us, so we pushed on to Knoxville and missed all but a light dusting in the mountains before we got to Asheville the next day. I'm glad we missed the snow while driving, but it would have been nice to stay another few days and remember what living up north felt like. Then I probably wouldn't have minded coming back to South Carolina so much.
I've started reading my Proust I bought at Dog Ears Saturday.
Ah, the South Carolina contingent! Well, yes, you did miss the challenge of Up North snow, which continues. Come back for another adventure any time, and meanwhile enjoy the pictures in your mind of hawthorne in bloom as you read Proust.
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