Excellent vacation innovation: iPod loaded with 8000 songs. Thrilling!
Deep thoughts: I have had several. In fact, quite a few.
Quality of the light and air: splendid, restorative, chimerical, both still and moving.
Natural observations: several seals lying on a rock in Noyo Harbor (by Ft. Bragg); numerous hummingbirds in the garden; several fat and communicative chickens; blackberries growing everywhere; poison oak (no actual encounters).
Excellent purchase: a variety of French notebook that is, for me, kind of like that one kind of cookie in Proust (is a madeleine a cookie or a cake?).
Overheard at breakfast this a.m.: People talking about the concert last night at the Mendocino Music Festival--about whether they were familiar with "the Mahler" and/or "the Brahms." Funny, at least a little. "The Mahler." (Sort of like "the Todd" in Scrubs?)
Guilty fact: I still like to watch a little television at night, even when I'm in a location such as this. Is that bad?
Still to do: another tramp or two in the headlands around Mendocino; a little more desultory shopping, including little presents for people back home; more deep thoughts and note-taking in the French notebook; more reading. We have been cooking in (it's our favorite kind of vacation, where we can buy good food and cook at home--it's playing house in a different locale, I guess), so two more dinners. (also, a little television to watch.)
That sounds like the most lovely vacation ever. You guys know how to pick them. I can't wait to hear some of these deep thoughts and some of these poems.ReplyDelete
Speaking of poems, you read a number of books of them. Did you like any in particular?
Yes. I agree. sounds devine. I have had no deep thoughts, have written next to nothing (which is only a little more than nothing).ReplyDelete
But we anxiously await your return. With stories and photos.
Since you (kind of) asked: la madeleine is a tiny yellow cake thing, more mini-muffin than cookie, baked in a moulded pan, kind of elongated seashell-shaped--vaguely lemony, I think (and not that great-tasting, for all the gushing by Marcel). Bonnes vacances, tout de même.ReplyDelete