Annie Dillard sees beauty everywhere. On this day, the beauty comes from clouds and wind and sunlight. It doesn't matter that a rainstorm is rolling in. That the world is flickering like a 1920s black-and-white newsreel. With the right gaze, any day can be the most beautiful day of the year.
I woke this morning to the sound of my neighbor's snowblower running. I got out of bed, went to my front porch, and looked outside.
Overnight, the world had been transformed into a Christmas card scene. All mounds of white and drifting snow. It was beautiful. And then I saw the foot of snow the city plows had thrown into my driveway. My aesthetic admiration for the scene quickly faded.
I spent about an hour-and-a-half shoveling. If it weren't for a kind neighbor snowblowing half my front yard, I would have probably spent the entire morning being intimate with my snow scoop. Thank the Lord for generous neighbors.
The rest of the day I spent in preparation for my book club's Christmas gathering. We read Jean Shepherd's In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash, which was the basis for the film A Christmas Story. I'd read the book before, a loooooong time ago, when I was teaching downstate. It was great to revisit Jean Shepherd's written work.
And the book club party was lovely. Lots of good food and gifts. Laughter. Christmas music playing. I got a Book Lover's Calendar for 2016 from my Secret Santa. We picked out some books for the upcoming months. Some John Irving and The Girl on a Train. We talked about life and loss, Christmases present and past. It was a thoroughly enjoyable night.
Saint Marty is ready for a long winter's nap, with lots of beauty in the day to come.
|Repeat after me: "You'll shoot your eye out!"|