- This is August. It must be butterfly season. They are simply everywhere. I saw one flit though the bottom of an open window, have a look about the room, and then flit through the top of the window to leave.
- I will never understand instagram food photos. So gross.
- The Spurgeon Morning and Evening phone app has been one of my favorite things lately. I have enjoyed it so thoroughly and this surprises me.
- I have taught Indy and Felix to feed from my hand. This appears a very good agreement between us. They are delightful.
- I have rediscovered my highschool love for running. What a dormant thing it has been, for such a long time. It is interesting how something so forgotten can give the same, what shall I call it, shall we say pleasure, once again? Lewis makes a big fuss about something like this. And then, what was it that Eric Liddel said? 'When I run, I feel God's pleasure'?
Yes, that was it. The riverside of Durham is easily one of the most beautiful places to imagine that possible.
- Reading has once again become a pleasure. American literature, especially Southern Literature. I love it. I love the old Southern world Thomas Wolfe paints with his biscuits and collard greens. I am charmed by Walker Percy's one-liners. Like this one:
"At night the years come back and perch around my bed like ghosts.” -The Moveigoer
Or this:
"Have you noticed that the narrower the view the more you can see? For the first time I understand how old ladies can sit on their porches for years.” -Lancelot
It has been awhile since I have truly been taken with an author or a book, but those mopey lost-generation authors have done it. Fitzgerald and Hemingway. I read them first at fourteen and this time round, I think, perhaps, I understand them better.
