A few days ago I spent some quality time at Mauthe Lake. It was part of my Transit of Venus celebration and unless green smoothies really are miracles and I live to see 2117, it was the last one in this lifetime. It was breezy and the sky was clear. I had a perfect view (with my eclipse glasses) and while waiting for that little brown dot to become visible, I found myself totally mesmerized by the plants under the surface of the lake. The picture does not do the lake justice. You cannot see the yellow and orange flowers that dotted the lilypads nor can you see the tiny fish darting about in their underwater world. It was bliss.
I make no bones about the fact that I don’t have much of a formal education. At this point in my life I no longer carry shame about dropping out of high school. I recognize that life has schooled me pretty well. However, every now and then something comes up that serves as a reminder of some of the gaps I have in basic knowledge. I recently stumbled across this book in a thrift store. It was fifty cents. Well worth the price.
There is a reading for each day of the week on one of seven subjects (History, Literature, Visual Arts, Science, Music, Philosophy and Religion). I’ve been pleased and rather smug until this point because there haven’t been any huge surprises. However, today as I began reading page two I was brought down from yesterday’s high.
I never realized that James Joyce’s Ulysses is a retelling of Homer’s Odyssey in the context of a single day in the life his character Leopold Bloom. Leopold is a Jew living in Catholic Ireland and very much a hero. Of course I’d heard of James Joyce, but to be honest I just never felt drawn to his work. I think I did try reading Dubliners once, but never focused or finished it. Now I feel a little spark of interest that didn’t exist yesterday. I love stories that are retold or sit on top of one another so to speak. I can’t help but wonder if everyone learned this in their Sophomore English classes?
OK, and now onto a recent realization. I saw a gorgeous vanity in a thrift store the other day. It is the absolute 1950′s vanity of my dreams…right down to its enormous circular frame-less mirror and its beautiful color (worn vintage green). It even has a bench and a matching chest of drawers. A few years ago purchasing it would have been a no brainer, but right now we are committed to saving for some other things.
I had a few moments of tantrum as I stood there knowing I would not be calling a mover to come pick it up and deliver it to my apartment. OK, more than a few moments. Suddenly it dawned on me that until that day I had never even seen the vanity of my dreams made manifest in the real world. Now at least I know it exists and there must be others. I feel more patient because someday, I will see that vanity again and someday it will be mine.
And, life was nice last night. We drove to Pine Woods and had a fast food picnic near the lake.