Well, I was annoyed when Alfie woke me at 5:30 and wanted to go out. But there, standing in the meadow in the dawn light, was a large and gorgeous doe, and I grabbed my brand new camera...for which I have not yet read the manual...and luckily figured out what button to push.
I am expecting a visit from grandchildren today. But yesterday I was all alone all day...did not speak to another human except briefly when a neighbor from down the road stopped by to pick (with my permission) some wildflowers to use for tonight's benefit dinner for the library. Spaghetti. I will go and will take my grandsons, good spaghetti eaters...and for such a good cause. This small town has a wonderful library but like all such institutions in this world where too much of our tax money goes to the wrong things...its budget (and therefore its hours, and its staff) has been drastically cut.
Nonetheless every time I go into the library, it is filled with cheerful people...and in summer, with tourists collecting their email on the computers. I use it for audio books. With a 3-hour drive each way to my "real" home, I pass the time of the ride quickly listening to books.
And on the 13th of this month I will drive for 4 hours to Amherst, Massachusetts, for the opening of a retrospective show (at the Eric Carle Museum) of the art of my friend, Allen Say. Everyone has already heard the story of Allen and me..both of us the same age (born 1937) staring shyly at each other across a schoolyard in Tokyo in 1948. Me, an American child on a bike, stopping curiously to watch the Japanese children at their recess play. Allen, one of the Japanese children. Forty six years later, in 1994, we would be at the podium together, as he was awarded the Caldecott Medal for "Grandfather's Journey" and I the Newbery for "The Giver."...