Back in Cambridge she stopped at Formaggio, the fancy neighborhood shop for cheeses—cheeses and crackers and several kinds of olives. They had cherry tomatoes that looked nice in the produce section, so she got those too, and a few other things for a light dinner tonight.
Standing in line to check out, she was mindlessly looking over at the flowers displayed in the corner of the shop. There were tulips, lilacs, peonies, irises. Gorgeous she thought. Hopeful, as spring flowers always are. She’d get some. For the party, of course. p 69-70 from Sue Miller’s forthcoming book, Monogamy
The other night we managed to see the comet NEOWISE. All five of us. In our driveway.
“You have to find a job that makes your heart feel big instead of one that makes it feel small.” from The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid
I took this week off from work in an attempt to readjust all of the settings that are out of whack in my system, and yesterday I took our wee $50 kayak out on a nearby lake, alone.
More than pleasure, she felt relief, a relief so vast it seemed to alter the color of things in her path: the begonias halfway up Montgomery Place turned a hot, saturated pink; a cup of coffee swimming with cream was almost perverse in its beauty. It was the no longer trying so hard that drove her in those early days to near ecstasy. p 102 from The Book of V by Anna Solomon
I have tried many, many times during my life to be a runner.
The world was beautiful. It surprised me, how beautiful it kept on insisting on being. In spite of all the lies, it was beautiful. from Louisiana’s Way Home by Kate DiCamillo
So. How’s everybody doing?
“Good,” she said, and started once again to hop from one foot to the glorious other.
“What are you doing?” I said.
“Pretending I”m walking on glass.”
“Is it fun?”
“Try it if you like.”
“Okay,” I said, and I did. And it strangely was.
from When God was a Rabbit by Sarah Winman
Last night, finally, I brushed my teeth with my new sonic toothbrush and didn’t cry.