The books we need

Epigraph to Anne Sexton’s book All My Pretty Ones (1962):

… the books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation — a book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.

— from a letter of Franz Kafka to Oskar Pollak

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Frightening and lovely!

Thinking about: how I really need to get serious about training the dog, all-black outfits, how much I dislike the word “outfit,” courgettes, lemonade, North Korea, if I will ever read fiction again, mantis shrimp, and the farmhouse smell and feel of our house (hovel) in the summer. (I am calling it summer now, since we hit 90°F this past week.)

Looking forward to this weekend: Kathryn is coming to stay with us, and then we’ll be traveling to see Catherine, Russ, Ava, and new baby Auden!

Beginnings, progressions

Friends, at an angle

We had such a peaceful, lovely visit with Catherine, Russ, and Ava on Saturday. I have really missed C. in particular (although Russ and Ava are equally great company). It is a surreal thing to be growing up, to forget that you are growing up until you see old friends and realize that your lives are changing rapidly, that you might even be classified as adults now.

The men

I mean, look at us. We have jobs. We have husbands. We have dogs.

Ava and her mama

(How nice it is to keep the company of a fellow dog-crazed young woman.)

Our dogs were less thrilled to meet each other, unfortunately, but they managed to coexist after some time. Pyrrha just wanted to play, and Ava just wanted to protect her humans and her new-found toys.

Look at us coexisting

I wish we all could just live down the street from each other. But they’ll be staying in the general region, so that is a relief.

In other news, I have been inspired by Emily and her ambitious 2013 goals. I am trying to be proactive about mine. Accordingly, I am taking a ballet class with Cate and Stephanie. It is going to be hilariously awful. I will probably want to drop out, but the company of these two excellent, funny women will surely keep me motivated. I don’t think I even remember how hard ballet is. I’m about to get a sharp refresher.