House guests from Vancouver, mother and daughter, wonderful women – such a pleasure to talk about the importance of keeping the Haida language alive and the future of salmon. Not things I usually think about in the course of my Toronto day. It’s a joy to share my house with old friends and introduce them to the garden’s inhabitants.
Just ate, for lunch, a salad of my own lettuce and four small tomatoes, with for dessert, one ripe raspberry and one ripe strawberry (and a lot of chocolate, which so far, unfortunately, is not growing outside.)
At the recommendation of my fellow blogger Theresa Kishkan, I’m reading a superb memoir, “Burning the Days,” by James Salter, an acclaimed American writer who never found a broad readership and who died a few days ago. Beautifully written, inspiring.
Here’s an interesting bit by Vivian Gornick about memoir:
And the U of T class ended yesterday. One student just emailed, “I signed up for your class by chance and it turned out to one of the best decisions I made this year (so far!). I hope to keep you updated with future writings and any writing group happenings with fellow classmates.”
I hope so too.