It’s the middle of a long quiet Victoria Day weekend – drizzly yesterday, mild and sunny today. Just spent an hour pruning, then I’ll do the soil, and then, today or tomorrow, planting. My new basement tenant, a young man from Quebec, moved in yesterday, and there were visitors. My doorbell rang; a big man, a stranger, was at the door. When I opened it, I saw he had a big bag of books. I assumed they were his and started thanking him.
“I’m a garbageman,” he said, “an industrial garbageman, and I found these. I think it’s criminal to throw books away, so I brought them to you.”
I have renewed faith in humanity. Thanks to this kind man, the Little Free Library is full of nearly new books. Can you imagine the person who threw them away? It’s just unthinkable. The activity at the library is ceaseless – including at least one person who, I suspect, regularly takes out every book., who knows why? But then it gradually – or quickly, as yesterday – fills again.
I was in an emotional wedding fog much of the day, reading news reports, pleased that the bride switched to a Stella McCartney gown in the evening. Because I spent the evening working on my next week’s talk about her father, the McCartneys were on my mind. And then Jean-Marc and Richard came by for a glass of wine. Richard, a protocol expert who runs every special event at City Hall, is now famous for his CTV appearances any time there’s a royal event; he’d had an exhausting weekend of nearly non-stop commentary. I’m always fascinated to know what he thinks. He is fiercely defensive of the royal family, some of whom he knows well, and the most savvy man I know politically, constantly attuned to his Twitter feed. He thought Minister Curry’s speech was too long and rambling, and that it was not the young couple but Prince Charles who chose most of the music. And if Richard says it, it must – almost all the time – be true.
Today, planting, sitting, reading, cooking perhaps for Wayson, perhaps my son might drop by, perhaps not. Nothing, nothing on the agenda. The air is still because the city has stopped.
Love is all you need.