Today I love good writing like the works of Stephen Leacock and Mark Twain and P.G. Wodehouse. I love that I often attempt to imitate these writers with marginal success, and that even a little bit of success in that endeavor makes my writing better than it could have been. I love that so many great writers have been recognized as great, and published, so that we get to enjoy their works. I love that I have works by all three of these writers and many more besides. I love that Isaac Asimov, in my opinion, has a little bit of the same witty sense, though it is far more subtle and is kept in check in order to season his writing rather than be the basis of it. I love writers who can deliver the absurd in the written word and still have it come off sounding dry and clever and unassailably, obviously, and exactly so. I love that I am certain Wodehouse would have referred to it as “a sort of thingness that one must have in order to be all of that if you get my drift.” and Leacock would have called you all “Dear reader,” and would have made some completely self deprecating remark about it never being his intention to mislead. I love that there are expectations from the writing of these people and they were aware of those expectations and they rarely, if ever, failed to live up to them.
Today I love the dancing limbs of the still leafed trees in these blustering, October winds. I love that there is a chill in the air that speaks as plainly as a preacher in the pulpit might, the words that comfort many, “Find your sweater and put it on.” I love that I have several wonderful sweaters to choose from and most of them have been made for me with love by people I love. I love that this change in the weather makes me hungry for a change in activities to things like curling and baking and reading, but I am also prepared to continue other activities that go on all year long, meeting up with friends, playing music, going for walks. I love that I have winter gear that makes me feel like I am a match for the coming cold, and I love that I haven’t gotten it out yet, because there’s still lots of good Autumn weather to be gotten through and sweaters are perfect for that.
Today I love that we can’t seem to eat our way through all the food we made at the start of the week, but we’re not ready to give up yet. I love that there are too many treats in the house right now, and I’m trying to find the balance between pacing myself in their consumption and making sure they are consumed before they go bad.
Today I love drinking coffee while I try to decide between brownies, cookies, coffee cake, or banana bread and also between Leacock, Twain, Wodehouse, or Asimov, my life is an embarrassment of riches and I am resigned to enjoying this embarrassment.