My friend Duane Scott has closed the book on Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays, so I thought I would have a one-time Pleasantly Disturbed Tuesday as a kind of off-calendar memorial.
We’ve been dancing around tornados and storms lately; the experts say that a dying El Nino is still holding on a bit in the Pacific Ocean and sending the weather our way. Last Friday, we were sandwiched between a major storm to our south and a major storm to our north; the northern one did all the damage at the St. Louis Airport and nearby suburbs. May El Nino rest in peace, and soon.
I’ve been reading an advance reader copy of What There Is to Say We Have Said: The Correspondence of Eudora Welty and William Maxwell, edited by Suzanna Marrs. Welty and Maxwell, both extraordinarily fine writers, maintained a friendship and correspondence for almost 60 years. This is a book worth reading very carefully, including the footnotes (and there are a lot of footnotes). Their letters stand as a testimony to friendship, a compilation of the minutiae of daily life, and a literary history of the United States for the second half of the 20th century.
I’ve had poetry on the mind lately. I’ve been posting poetry since last Friday here at Faith, Fiction, Friends – a series of four poems for Easter and one yesterday for the Warrior Poet Society – and I have another coming, possibly later today. And April is National Poetry Month, and I’ve been posting a feature a day on different poets over at TweetSpeak Poetry. I just finished a draft of a post on a poem by Luci Shaw from Harvesting Fog: Poems, to be published in early May.
On Sunday, we had a wonderful Easter worship service – and I got a major grandson fix. After church, we had lunch, and then Cameron experienced his first Easter egg hunt. Not that he knew what it was all about, of course, except he liked to hear the rattle of plastic eggs and he definitely likes the taste of chocolate.
My girlfriend sat on the couch and watched the festivities rather sedately.
And Cameron loves his food.