I woke up this morning.
I read a bit from the sad Nobel literature prize book. The book itself is sad. It’s a biggish paperback, perhaps a college text, that’s been well read and is almost in tatters. I think of seeing if I can tape the sections back together. It came with last month’s haul from Pearl Street and it’s full of good stuff. Last week I read Keats’ The Crucifixtion of the Outcast and this morning I read Gerhart Hauptmann’s Flagman Thiel. Both were real harrowing stories,
both worth a Nobel Prize. The book is full of other writers, other stories. It is a treasure.
The sky is lightening. The bare black tree branches trace against the lightening gray sky. The stripe of dawn across the eastern horizon is peachy orangish yellow. It is almost as far south as it goes… It is beautiful and it is temporary. It will be gone when the daylight comes.
I’m always grateful for the sky. It seems to me to be the greatest gift the forgetful God gives us. It’s always this whaere and it is infinite in its variety. And in its beauty. It’s like the words in a book. It’s there for us.
I weighed myself this morning… on my five dollar Walmart scale. The scale appeared by magic during my prep for surgery. I needed to have a scale so I could tell if I was gaining weight from water retention after surgery. I forget now why, but I remember what. I had a couple scales the didn’t work. A couple battery powered ones and an old time spring scale but none was easy to read or trustworthy. I walked down a central aisle in Walmart wondering where the scales were when suddenly by magic and end cap display of nice looking $5 scales appeared. I figured the God who runs the sky had set me up with a scale and for sure I was right.
I hadn’t weighed myself in a long time. I’ve been weighing between 150 and 200 for the last couple of years. I’d lost weight during my medical adventure but lately I’ve been eating a lot fn exercising not at all. I have an appointment with my general doc in a few weeks and I though maybe I should see how bad things are. 176.2 is what I typed above. I’m not unhappy. It could be worse. And no doubt will be.
We think of the honor of a Nobel Prize, but there’s cash involved too. It’s currently around a million US dollars. Not a huge amount anymore but not to be sneezed at either.
I just read a couple places that the movie award, the Oscar, comes with cash. I’d never given it a thought. It seems that several semi-recent winners gave their prize money away.
WAIT!!!!
So I googled Oscar winners prize money and was told they do not get any - it is often a boost to their careers of course and they MAKE more money but there doesn’t seem to be a direct payment. That’s what I’d always thought. Now I’m going nute wondering what it was I’d read about so and so and so and so giving their $3 millions to help the poor or whatever.
Oh well. What a lovely entry this is. Full of truth and consequences and lies and their consquences.
Ava the husky from Truth or Consequences - the town in New Mexico that was names after the radio game show - is with us. She is fast and energetic and she loved her Christmas toys pretty much to death. She’s pretty too. She had her first birthday at the end of November. Jim knows the day. I didn’t bake her a cake. Maybe next time.
I like the word folly. I could look it up but I won’t. Not right now. I want to look up Gerhart Hauptmann too. I love the world of ----- what? The sky? Books? Dogs? Breakfast?
For sure.
Have a good day, everyone.
And a good week.
And all those time units that flow ahead.
See you soon.
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