I’ve been rereading Joseph Conrad of late. I was looking for books a few weeks ago at a book shop in Seattle and came across Nostromo, which I vaguely remembered reading many years ago but once I started reading it last weekend I realized I hadn’t read it before, I had only purchased the book and intended to read it. As often happens, though, you read truly great books when you need to read them, not before.
Learning to swim
Yesterday I took my son for a swimming lesson at the downtown Seattle YMCA. It’s for “high functioning autism spectrum disorder” children, which means he gets one on one time with a specially trained instructor for a half hour. Continue reading “Learning to swim”
Goodnight Jackie Robinson
I had the flu – realizing too late, after a few days of feeling shaky and feverish, after driving an hour and a half to see good friends while trying to shake it off. I spent a day in bed, drinking madeira and reading Thomas Mann, not a good thing in my condition and with my particular personal demons, and I was tired, ready for bed.
Checked out
I went to my local library in Scarborough last week, which was probably the first time I’d been in a local library since I was in college. I needed some books for the flights back and forth to Seattle for the weekend, knowing that I’d be at risk of getting delayed somewhere, so I borrowed my dad’s library card and browsed for a bit.
inbound delays
Secret signs and knowing looks These sunny days will cook the books Happy to take the misery This mortal life can bring to me Don't like the look of this town What goes up must come down Character is lost and found On unfamiliar playing ground - from Public Image Limited, "Seattle"
I’m in Seattle, finishing up a weekend with my son. It was a different kind of weekend – for a number of reasons, I felt able to breathe a lot easier with my son this time around. I didn’t feel quite so much in the bubble with him – that word again – as much as I just felt like I was living in my own, somewhat chaotic world.