Jack is reading Heather Kopp's book, Sober Mercies. I just finished Elizabeth Berg's short story collection, the day i ate whatever i wanted. She nails it--what it's like, being women of a "certain age" and I am now reading Maria Dermout's The Ten Thousand Things. It's one of the books Cheryl Strayed talked about in Wild.
I also just finished a novel based on the woman in that iconic photograph from the era of The Great Depression. You remember her:
Which reminds me. Today is my grandparent's 100th Wedding Anniversary. (I've often wondered what that was like. Their wedding day.) They made it together for roughly half. (Fifty-two years, I think.) And I never once thought to ask. Not that I would have found out much. Grandma wasn't very sentimental.
They were not migrant workers, but their lives were in many ways similar to Mary Coin's. Lots of children and hardship and poverty and uncertainty in Oklahoma (and those same Okie expressions!). At least they had a permanent home.
Which also reminds me. So many people in Oklahoma are suffering. Have lost their homes and loved ones and normalcy and security. Shannon, my niece, just moved back there (To Moore, as a matter of fact. She was right in the middle of it.), and she stopped by for an overnight on Thursday. (She's up here figuring out how to get herself moved down there.) She commented on how much she likes it here, and the fact of the wind not blowing. In many ways, even though this is a much colder climate, it's not as severe. Even so. She feels she belongs there now.
So, the rest of my day is writing, walking and working on the girls' Birthday presents. (Sarah and Sarah both have June birthdays.) And, I have an itch left over from last Saturday for watercolor. It's that lovely kind of quiet where I can just move from one thing to the next at leisure.