More Delights and Disdains . . .
of a diminutive nature of late . . . Number 2
Disdains:
Not receiving a follow-up response from a Washington Post reporter who had contacted me asking for my impressions of two former SC House members whom I served with and who are now both candidates for President. I guess that I shouldn’t have insisted that she email me her questions due to my sketchy voice issues. What a shame. The impressions that I could have shared . . .
Delights:
Joining my son at his school’s Senior Day parents breakfast and not falling down the gymnasium steps as we climbed up to sit on the back row during the presentation. A feat worthy of Edmund Hillary . . .
Receiving notification from my son’s future university that he is eligible for his own dorm room due to his hemophilia. He has never used his condition as an excuse and didn’t want to apply for the accommodation but after I pointed out the danger of having medications and infusing needles in a shared dorm room, he did not argue - a rare occurrence.
Having dinner with an old friend who knows me well and whom I love very much. I have missed her.
Taking my son and his girlfriend to dinner while noting how kind and loving they are to each other. I am an old romantic at heart and still remember being 17.
Finishing Old God’s Time by Sebastian Barry. He may be well known to you, but not so much to me. For the first ninety percent of the book, his prose consists mostly of the protagonist’s (a retired cop) inner dialogue with himself with vague memories that reference pedophilia, suicide, and murder, forcing the reader to piece together each snippet into a quilt that lays heavy on your mind. Somewhat Kafkaesque. Then abruptly near the end, the protagonist finally wakes up from his navel gazing to save a child from being kidnapped . . . or did he? A frustratingly good read.
Watching my dachshund discover his first box turtle. He first tried to shock and awe it with his ferocious bark. When that didn’t work, he decided to invade Iraq.
