...and I won't know what to do with myself. But that day is not today. I've been on the road the past while and my main inbox has become a mess of stars and arrows and paper clips. It will take a week to sort it all out.
I took Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life with me. What a wonderful book for a road trip! It's funny and smart. The chapter on jealousy had me giggling.
I also read A Poetry Handbook by Mary Oliver. Its clarity impressed me. It made as much sense as the sky last week. We were driving along on a highway east of Yorkton, Saskatchewan when the clouds started taking on shapes that clearly spelled tornado. I was so excited. Follow that cloud, I said, follow that cloud! But H just shook his head. The passenger in the backseat threatened to crawl in the trunk. Alas, despite my pleas, we drove away from the storm. Sure enough, the next day I learned a tornado had touched down. I was that close!