A happy dog cruisin’ in California on his way to Thanksgiving dinner.
When we got back to the city, all the leaves had been summarily removed from the trees and deposited on the ground, making Riverside Park look gray and wintry and dull. And the idea of moving to California seemed like a brilliant incontrovertible idea. But then…the tree that blooms every December 1st…
and then I heard a red tailed hawk and looked up and there were two of them sitting in the trees, Here is a bad iphone picture of them.
As for this storied move, it hasn’t yet happened. The apartment is not yet sold, and so we live in limbo, which is to say we live exactly as we have been but we have to make the beds every day.
Most important of all, for me, is that I have just read My Antonia for the first time! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I am so lucky to have grown up so illiterate. This is a book most people read in junior high school. I was much too pretentious in junior high school to understand this subtly simple book. Now on to O Pioneer! I think. Maybe we should move not to LA but to Nebraska. Waddya think?
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idly checking in and find strange coincidences! just picked up O Pioneers this past weekend, and am 2/3 thru. read her for the first time as a twenty something (i think). now at fifty-six am rereading because I have forgotten all but my favorite: The Song of the Lark. idly also longing for LA.
Happy holidays Cathy.
Hi, Elizabeth. Forgetting is what the well-educated have to do to keep up with my new discoveries!