Just before Thanksgiving, JT finally agreed to read the first book in the Harry Potter series. I'd been urging this idea on him for years and he resisted, explaining to me, "I've already seen the movies." But once he got started on the series, he was like a junkie, eagerly turning page after page, recapping the most exciting elements of the books, announcing that the movies weren't nearly as good, and negotiating for a just a few more minutes of reading at every bedtime. He was a pretty good reader before, but this development has been remarkable for the passion and excitement it's engendered. I know that I'm hardly the first parent to remark on the power of the Harry Potter books but, wow, I really had no idea. It's truly remarkable. He's reading book five right now and expects to finish before the night is over. Book six is at the ready on his nightstand, prepared to absorb him with the magic of it all.
Just when I think Donald Trump can’t be more disgraceful, he manages to be worse. Living in hope is a challenge with this government in charge and yet I will persist. I like to read (I just finished Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… fireflies at twilight, lanterns with tiny lights, my freshened front porch, laughter, air conditioning, visits to my fairy garden, tomato blooms, flower bouquets, tiny zinnia flowers, antique Mason jars, striped t-shirts, iced tea, summer’s relaxation, a pile of books to be read, chambray napkins, supper on the back deck, sleeping in, birds chirping, backyard bunnies, cutting the grass, and the sweaty feel of a good workout.