|Fall coaxes us to read.|
I'm rereading The Group by Mary McCarthy. First read it at Douglass College in Intro to Feminist Literature; really liked my professor, a young, pretty newlywed who--like the author--had attended Vassar and had stories in her pocket about the daisy chain and other traditions. I remember liking the book so much that I brought it to the laundry room in the dorm basement. Didn't want to put it down.
It's so funny. I underlined the words I didn't understand, looked them up and wrote the definition in the margin. One was enigmatic; another, sublet. Have come a long way.
- 12 o'clock Mass. Priest said in homily, "Direction is more important than distance." That heading the right way is what matters, even if you have a long way to go. Like that.
- Walked Sug around block once and on long walk up hill over Iris Gardens.
- Made healthy dinner: flounder, roasted carrots, whole-wheat baguette. Nice to sit in nook with H. and Fig and eat.