Tiny Stories, Tiny Tales

So, I got up this morning and in a fit of being inbetween six books and being bored with them all, I decided to peruse the book collection that sits on top of the dresser. There's a lot of books there. About a sixth of them got too high and too precarious and fell over one night. However, there's still a lot left. I'm afraid to think that they are mostly now books of my own choice that I've convinced Jeff to buy here and there at book sales and markdown shops and expensive retail stores. And as he's very bent on spoiling me, I've managed to gather many little books to our home.

Today I got up and after spending a grueling hour looking for a place to rent on the internet, I shambled over and picked up Saki.
Saki is someone I've being dying to read for years. He's very famous for his stories from the view point of a cat (since there's so many writers I've been dying to read for years, it takes me years to get around to picking them up. I have a very long list). The book I have are short stories picked out by Graham Greene- on more stories than just the cat one.
Here's a quote from the first short story:
Duchess: “When I was younger, boys of your age used to be nice and innocent.”
Reginald: “Now we are only nice. One must specialize in these days.”
Saki is something of a Wilde but there's something craftier going on with his words. He's very sneaky- it seems like a fierce intelligence is laying under a lazy exterior.
“Not that I ever indulge in despair about the Future; there always have been men who have gone about despairing of the Future, and when the Future arrives it says nice, superior things about their having acted according to their lights. It is dreadful to think that other people's grandchildren may one day rise and up and call one amiable.
There are moments when one sympathizes with Herod.”
I burst out laughing at that though I'm still confused on what he's exactly saying.
His last known words before blown up in a trench in France? “Put out that bloody cigarette.”

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Life Lessons from a Cardinal

Outdoor living is coming in fits and starts now that it’s June. Last week it was in the 90’s (30C) and today it is gentle and cool with thunderstorms passing by north and south, bringing coolness in the wake of their stormy skirts. The sun shines but the thunder rumbles nearby and my cats retreat farther indoors to snooze on chairs instead of near windows.

It is tempting to join them. The heat break means that deep good sleep is possible again. Even with air conditioning, I sleep poorly when it’s hot. I sleep best when it rains.

And it has been raining at night but in great torrid thunderstorms where the house shakes and the windows rattle. Sometimes I lie in bed as the thunderstorms march by and wonder at the fate of all the creatures and people living outside.

It is summer and I have no arguments with it. It’s too hard to argue with the seasons. On the beautiful days, I sip my breakfast tea outdoors and watch the birds and squirrels to start my day. There’s always a drama playing out in the backyard. My favorite is the cardinal who walks along the deck rail, casting his bright black eye here and there and then breaks into song until a robin kicks him out. When the coast is clear, he returns and does the same thing all over again. Despite my nearness, he doesn’t mind me at all and I adore his bright red plumage and courageous laughing heart. His song cheers my soul and I’ve come to recognize his particular song. It falls under the same lines as all cardinals but it has a bit of improvised trill at the end. I think he’s been hanging out with song sparrows and got Ideas.

He’s a hard individual to photograph (all flash and movement) but I’ve shared a photo of a cardinal from National Geographic so you can get the idea. He’s hard to ignore and is a permanent on the robins’ blacklist. I aspire to such a level of happy insouciance.

How to Get Through a Big Book

How to get through a Big Book and have a little fun too.

  1. Make and eat food mentioned in the book (big books always include food, usually in meticulous detail).
  2. Read a little bit each day.
  3. Make a soundtrack.
  4. Dress like a character from the book for a day. Or a week. Or a month if it really grabs you.
  5. Ten minutes to kill? Daydream about the landscape or what the characters are seeing as they move through their day.
  6. Read passages you enjoy out loud. If you’re in the right mood, record yourself reading passages and share it (Instagram is great for this). Include illustrations if you like (thank you, Shirin).
  7. Whip out a highlighter or some sticky tabs for those great parts.
  8. Pace yourself and remember, reading gigantic books isn’t a race. It’s about the journey. Might as well bring along snacks, good drinks, great lighting, and enjoy the ride.