I want to thank Joanna for her splendid hostessing. What wonderful food! Did you know that she made her red pepper hummous by hand? I am not an adventurous cook, so I imagine Joanna somehow transported to a middle-eastern desert pounding chick-peas on an old-fashioned washing board and plucking red peppers … from where? The sky? A tree? A pepper patch? I’ve only plucked mine from the shelves of grocery stores. It was delicious, classy, and everything else was likewise superb.
I also want to thank Vicki for the ride. I am dependent on getting rides after dark. I decided to sign up for Uber and Lyft and have tried both: they work very nicely and therefore I don’t want anyone to thank of me as the person who must be driven.
It was great to see everyone. I thank Anne for leading a provocative discussion and Betty M. for her added material: an art book about gardens from an exhibition in Clevelend.
Right now I am listening to Trombone Concerto opus 81 by Gunnar de Frumerie, a 20th century Swedish composer. It’s very melodic. It’s part of a self-improvement program in which I am listening to the top 50 Woodwind and Brass Concerti (as determined by a panel of classical music specialists). I think I started my first self-improvement program when I was about 4. I don’t know if I’ve successfully followed through on any of them.
What’s everyone reading? I just started the most recent Booker Award winner, The Sellout by an American, Paul Beatty. It might be a bit too rambunctious in its wit for me. Here are a couple of excerpts, chosen by opening the book at random:
“I suppose that’s exactly the problem–I wasn’t raised to know any better. My father was (Carl Jung, rest his soul) a social scientist of some renown. As the founder and, to my knowledge, sole practitioner of the field of Liberation Psychology, he liked to walk around the house, aka “the Skinner box,” in a laboratory coat.”
“Always fast on his feet, Foy countered my insolence and Oreos with a bag of gourmet cannoli. We were both too good to eat the crap Dum-um Donuts served up.”
“Insolence and Oreos”–that sounds like a rhetorical figure that Vicki might come up with.
Once again, thank you to everyone for last night’s meeting.
Today in literature: it’s the anniversary of a couple of deaths:
DIED TODAY1964—Rachel Carson, author of The Sea Around Us and Silent Spring, 56, in Silver Spring, Maryland1986—Simone de Beauvoir, author of The Second Sex and The Mandarins, 78, in Paris“Love is never completely directed at you,” Henri thought. “Friendship is as precarious as life. But hate never misses its mark, and it’s as certain as death.”—Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins