It’s an exceptionally beautiful day here in Huntington — the first day of
Fall, I believe. The sky is flawless blue, there’s a mild breeze, outside
temp 76. The kids are in school, Rosie’s out working, so I’m alone here
with Boris in a quiet house. Just had lunch — cheese on fresh bread,
boiled egg, green tea — and am browsing the mail. I have some light
writing chores this afternoon, which I may or may not accomplish, depending
on how I feel.
I’m looking out the window of my study, down the street — a jumble of
houses, built at different times and in different styles across 100 years or
so, lots of grass and trees, all very peaceful. American suburbia is as
close to paradise as we can get this side of the grave, and fie! on all
those pointy-head types who’ve scoffed at it this 50 years past. Terrible
things are happening elsewhere, but here life is good, to be enjoyed in a
spirit of humility and thanksgiving.
There, now. Hope that makes up for having posted that depressing Robert
Kaplan piece earlier.