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Thursday
Food for thought from "What the Dead Know" by Laura Lippman:
Even then, she was tight-lipped when it came to certain information about herself, clear about the distinction between eccentricities that might be interesting and compulsive habits that would mark her as odd.
That was another thing that Sunny never understood, that it was good to keep things back, not volunteer everything at once.
He had never broken the habit of speaking to Miriam over breakfst. In fact, he enjoyed it more since she'd left, for there were no contradictions, no teasing or doubt. He held forth, and Miriam silently agreed with everything he said. He couldn't imagine a more satisfactory arrangement.
Children can be happy when their parents are miserable. But a parent is never happier than her unhappiest child.
Even then, she was tight-lipped when it came to certain information about herself, clear about the distinction between eccentricities that might be interesting and compulsive habits that would mark her as odd.
That was another thing that Sunny never understood, that it was good to keep things back, not volunteer everything at once.
He had never broken the habit of speaking to Miriam over breakfst. In fact, he enjoyed it more since she'd left, for there were no contradictions, no teasing or doubt. He held forth, and Miriam silently agreed with everything he said. He couldn't imagine a more satisfactory arrangement.
Children can be happy when their parents are miserable. But a parent is never happier than her unhappiest child.
Friday
Food for thought from "The Whistling Season" by Ivan Doig:
"I looked up destiny in your big dictionary before going home yesterday, to make sure. 'One's lot in life.' That seemed rather short shrift, so I tried fate, and that was better." Rose took another reciting breath. " 'That in the nature of the universe by which things come to be as the are.' "
The mothers dispatched their hearts and souls out the door every morning as they sent waist-high children to saddle up and ride miles to school.
He faced around to me now. His deflated attitude alarmed me. How could destiny leak out of a person so fast?
In impetuosity begins responsibility . . .
(in a cemetery) The patience of stones. How they await us.
"I looked up destiny in your big dictionary before going home yesterday, to make sure. 'One's lot in life.' That seemed rather short shrift, so I tried fate, and that was better." Rose took another reciting breath. " 'That in the nature of the universe by which things come to be as the are.' "
The mothers dispatched their hearts and souls out the door every morning as they sent waist-high children to saddle up and ride miles to school.
He faced around to me now. His deflated attitude alarmed me. How could destiny leak out of a person so fast?
In impetuosity begins responsibility . . .
(in a cemetery) The patience of stones. How they await us.
I started a set of 4"x6" postcards last Monday . . . and there are 14 already.
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