Another week without illustration, alas.
Word of the Week: OPTIONS
For the sake of this post and not as an absolute, let us assume that things happen for reasons, usually known in hindsight. If ever.
As I rely on my son's tutelage and his iPad - and one-fingered typing - until we are computer compliant again, I have returned to reading. Somehow that life-long pleasure was shuttled aside as I found how few activities could actually fit into a day. My delighted book companions may be heard cheering, "We're BACK!"
I began with the rereading of Marilynne Robinson's HOUSEKEEPING, which I found so much more bittersweet these several decades later (forgive me if I already wrote of this). Almost too many experiences of loss now stuffed into my bag of tricks, I inhabit the story in a different skin.
Then Junot Diaz's THE BRIEF WONDROUS LIFE OF OSCAR WAO, winner of the Pulitzer and a lesson in history of the Dominican Republic as well as life, in all caps, in buzzing neon, as one family lives it. I cried at the end of these first choices.
Now, a decision: the somehow-missed Cormac McCarthy BLOOD MERIDIAN, Ursula Le Guin's LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS or my birthday gift of JONATHAN STRANGE AND MR. NORELL, the mini-series version of which I truly loved.
I am not confused, imagining that my brief and current reading list is any sort of stop-the-presses news. Simply, I choose to share the yet-again discovered truth that all which seems at first so impossibly vexing may actually be not all bad. Among my manifesto-level beliefs is that complaining and/or whining is a poor use of time, a poorer use of finite energy. Let us find, always, the brightest sides we can and pledge them our allegiance. Any other option is pure suckage.