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Book Notes

Book Notes

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Several years ago I began the practice of typing up notes on the books I read. An exercise in futility? An earnest attempt to bolster failing memory? Yes and yes … but more.

I like to think they are a written record of what every good book becomes — a conversation between author and reader. After all, these passages are personal, and they are a snapshot in time. Because what may strike me as important about a book I read in 2014 may not make a similar impression today.

But sometimes they hold steady. This morning I looked at notes for a book I read months ago, one that opened my mind and broadened my attitudes. The notes reminded me of why I liked the book in the first place, how rich it is in ideas. So much so that I printed off the notes and tucked them inside the book. I’m reading it again.

Flying Free

Flying Free

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Maybe it’s just the angle of the light this morning, or the way my chair is facing on the deck, but whatever it is, I’m seeing more clearly the limbs and branches that need pruning, the deadwood.

It’s no surprise the oaks need a trim. They’re old and tired, some of them just hanging on. They would be much happier if they were lighter, leaner — shorn. Wouldn’t we all? And isn’t so much of life about finding the balance between heavy and light, rooted and free.

As I write these words a male cardinal lands on the browning stem of a day lily plant, which seems too slender to support the weight of a goldfinch, let alone this summer-plumped bird. But the stem holds, dips gently, then rises again. The cardinal pauses, fluffs his feathers, then flies away. Oh to have that kind of trust, that kind of lightness.

The Orchid

The Orchid

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One advantage of sitting near a bank of office windows is enjoying the plants the light makes possible. Look at this beauty, which has been blooming almost a month, it seems. I watched each papery flower emerge along the graceful stem.

The orchid’s owner received the plant several years ago when her mother died. Each bloom is a sweet reminder of her mother’s presence.

And now, because I know the story, the plant has greater presence for me, too, each day of flowering another bid for life. I’m pulling for the plant to live forever.

Blue Sky Day

Blue Sky Day

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It was a blue sky day at the bay, a day spent with my brother and sister. This meant we could talk about Dad, and his habit of standing at the threshold of a doorway, stretching out his arms and saying, “Look at that, not a cloud in the sky.”

We joked that had Dad turned around, he might have noticed looming thunderheads. But he didn’t turn around; he ignored the clouds. He kept his gaze resolutely blue-skyward. An excellent trait — until you’re caught unprepared in a sudden downpour.

No matter, we loved him — and we carried umbrellas, learned to look for and deal with the rain and clouds and gloom.

Still, that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy a blue-sky day when one is given to us.  And one was, yesterday — a glorious day.

Rose Before Rain

Rose Before Rain

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The rain moves in soon, up to an inch an hour according to some forecasts. I’m glad I snapped shots of the roses earlier today..

These are delicate flowers, especially when fully open. I shudder to think what they’ll look like this time tomorrow.

For now, though, all is still and calm. The sky has eked out a few drops, but the big deluge is still west of here. Time now to take what we have — late rose and rose hips, yard full of weeds, garden past its prime — and savor it. Before the rain falls.

Cereal Thoughts

Cereal Thoughts

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Celia subscribes to a cereal blog, in which she gets the latest word on campaigns and brands. I haven’t gone that far, but I am a big fan of a certain cereal, and I want to take a moment to sing its praises.

I speak of Special K. 
There is no other cereal one can munch that is quite so close to consuming nothing at all than this longtime favorite of mine. 
I just finished nibbling a handful of the stuff and I’m here to tell you the flakes have almost no taste. Which makes it perfect to snarf while writing stories, building Power Points and answering emails. It was also my favorite power food for the long drives to Kentucky I used to make.
Say what you will about flax seed and steel-cut oats. I’ll take my rice, wheat gluten, sugar and defatted wheat germ with its six grams of protein, .5 grams of fat, its Vitamins A, D, B12 and folic acid. That’s without milk, of course, which is the way I like it.
Skips in our Step

Skips in our Step

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There are so many ways to walk in this world. There’s trudging and strolling, ambling and sauntering, sliding and gliding, tromping and tramping, wandering and rambling, marching and striding, creeping and traipsing, hiking and slogging.

And then … there’s skipping.

When was the last time I skipped? Actually, it was today. But only for a second when no one was looking — and only because I already had the idea of writing this post.

The skip is the canter of human gaits, the waltz step for walkers. It’s a catch in the breath and in the stride. It’s a joyful, uninhibited motion, akin to running — but less work.

Unfortunately, however, it’s seldom practiced after the age of 10.

The taste of it I had this morning reminded me of its power and its fun. It is the most gladsome of movements. And in fact, if we practiced it more often it would be difficult to take ourselves seriously. For that reason alone, maybe it’s time we all put more skips in our step.

Freshened and Fragrant

Freshened and Fragrant

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Woke up to cooler air this morning, and the return of … aromas. I could smell the grass lush and green as I stepped off the bus and waited to cross 18th Street. I could smell the damp in the puddles that lingered from yesterday’s rain and the perfume of flowers freshened by the dousing.

Great heat drains energy — and, as I’ve been realizing lately, it also drains scent. It leaves a dusty and less olfactorily rich world.

But now, after our recent rain showers, we have fresh air and fragrance — a bountiful combination, a feast for all the senses.

Country Walk

Country Walk

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Yesterday began in a meadow filled with chicory and mullein and Queen Anne’s lace. I brushed spider webs off my face and trudged through rain-dampened grass. The sun lit up each drop of moisture on the juniper berries — but it had hidden by the time we took a longer stroll.

Still, the rain held off for a four-mile walk up and down Swover Creek Road. We saw 18-century houses, vegetable gardens bursting with produce, a herd of cattle and an ancient cemetery that’s lovingly cared for by the current homeowner.

It was one glimpse of beauty after another. It was a reminder of a slower pace and a more intimate scale, the scale of the village, of homes spaced a few-minutes walk apart.

The walk tired, calmed and comforted me all at once.

Musical Time

Musical Time

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Last night Suzanne and I saw a Broadway touring company production of “The King and I” at the Kennedy Center. I had forgotten how many wonderful songs come from that musical. “Whistle a Happy Tune,” “Getting to Know You,” “March of the Siamese Children,” “I Have Dreamed,” “Hello, Young Lovers” and “Something Wonderful.”

The experience left me humming and tapping my feet, and now, the next day, has me on a Rogers and Hammerstein kick. “June is Busting Out All Over” and “If I Loved You” are playing as I write this post.

What can I say? These musicals capture the innocence and optimism of an age. They’re what I grew up, and I made sure my kids grew up with them too, along with the requisite Disney fare. It’s not a bad way to start. There will be time for angst and cynicism later on!

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