Every year or two I read a Willa Cather novel. She writes about a past that sheds light on the present. I was reading in bed a few nights ago and I turned to my wife, "I really love Willa Cather. She is one of my favorite authors."
"Ok dear. You just like her because she's from Nebraska."
"Hey wait a sec. That's true, but she won a Pulitzer for this book, she was born in Virginia, grew up in Nebraska, lived in New York, traveled to Europe and besides, her writing style just connects with me." My defense was concrete.
"Ok babe. I'm going to sleep now."
Yeah, whatever, I thought.
I'm reading "One of Ours" by Willa Cather. Page four, "It was a fine day to go to the circus at Frankfort, a fine day to do anything; the sort of day that must, somehow, turn out well."
Ever had a day like that? Where you woke up and just knew it was going to be a good day?
I turned to sleeping wife after I read her this quote and said, "it has been a really long time since I've felt like that."
"Oh brother," she sighed, "you're so melodramatic sometimes. What about our vacation to North Carolina? You didn't wake up thinking that on any of those seven mornings?"
What am I supposed to say to that? It was trouble any way I looked at it.
2 comments:
well truth be told, your spouse is usually right, why would they lie?
secondly, change it, what can you do to change that?
lastly, come to Indiana and I promise, you will see your nephew and I am sure you will wake up knowing you will have a great day
Waking up and seeing my nephew would not doubt be a good day. Christa and I were just talking about the lil guy. We miss you guys.
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