Grace in Small Things, part II

1. It’s Friday.  ‘Nuff said.

2. I quit my job last week.  In the middle of a recession.  I have further courted bad voodoo by choosing Friday 13 as my last day.  But it’s been the best two weeks of my 5 years here, because I’ve had uplifting lunches with people I genuinely like, a clear idea of my exit strategy, and a significantly brighter outlook.  I may be violating an Obama trademark on this word, but I actually feel HOPEFUL.

3. March is the birthday month of everyone I know, so there are things to look forward to all over the place.

4. My sister is in England!  I’m delighted that she has slipped the frigid bonds of a long February in western New York.  It may not be summer there, but at least there are delightful accents to listen to.  Plus, unlike her first visit there, it is no longer necessary to pretend she’s Canadian.  Now, people all over the world are buttonholing* Americans and thanking them for our regime change.

5. Last night I spent a lovely 2 hours listening to Welshmen read their writings at the NY Public Library.  Came away with the very moderate goals of learning Welsh, moving to Wales, writing several books, reading the Mabinogion, studying British history and buying all of Owen Sheers‘ books.

Lechyd Da!

*I first encountered this bafflingly innocent word in a jacket blurb on the back of Chaim Potok’s The Chosen.  Doesn’t it sound dirty, though?

2 Responses to “Grace in Small Things, part II”

  1. pTango says:

    You’re bafflingly innocent!

  2. welsh towns have an inordinate amount of vowels. cymri is an odd language.

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