How I love my friends and blog readers. Thank you all! After my last post, I got such lovely replies. Isobel’s note made me laugh out loud.
― Charles Bukowski
He certainly does. Me too, Charles, me too. (Met him when he came to Vancouver, fascinating reprobate that he was. He put the make on me, told me I reminded him of a young Lauren Bacall. Good line, buddy. I was having none of it.)
Carol wrote from Ecuador:
I wrote back, Sure, an essay collection, just what the world is waiting for! But … it’s a good idea.
And Lani wrote from Ingersoll, Ontario:
Your blog today certainly coincided with my mood lately. I did NOTHING much for the past few weeks except berate myself for doing nothing. I blame the heat but I’m sure a lot of it is this isolation. You, on the other hand, are still doing tons of stuff – teaching, being a Glamma, a mom, a landlady, a friend, a writer and a musician. So relax, my Bethes. You are fine.
Thank you, dearly beloveds; it did me much good to hear from you today.
Other wonderful things that lifted my heart: I saw the goldfinch again! A few days ago he flashed by with his lemon yellow feathers and I thought he was just passing through, but he came back. And I think I saw his mate too. Lynn sent me a picture of what Mrs. Goldfinch looks like. Could she be more beautiful? Is it not a miracle that so many such creatures exist in this world? We must do everything we can to protect them. How can we protect them?
Speaking of beauty to protect, more pleasure today: a Zoom coaching session with a former Ryerson student, aged 27, a keen reader and writer raring to go. Love is.
This morning, a visit with old friends Anna and Tom, in for the day from Stratford. And tonight – be still my beating heart – I watched part of a five hour documentary about Macca. FIVE HOURS! I just watched the first two. It starts at the end of the Beatles and goes from there. Hard to believe how vicious the critics were about his first solo albums; Rolling Stone editor Jann Venner, a huge John fan, the villain here. They dismissed everything he did. And yet he persisted. The two conclusions of the doc: 1. He is a very nice man. 2. He is a musical genius.
Dusk, cool, quiet, the pale mauve phlox and orange lilies and white jasmine and purple clematis glowing in the fading light. A sole bird chirping. I have no idea what I’m doing with my life, but – tomorrow I will wake up in the morning and come downstairs without shoes and drink coffee and say, “Jesus Chris, now what?” And something will happen.
2 Responses to ““Jesus Christ, now what?””
The world doesn't know what it wants. And some of it at least should want essays. So yes, put them together, see what happens!
You know better than anyone about collections of essays, Theresa! Thank you for the encouragement. And mine back to you.