We're shopping for a cheap rug for the kitchen today, as the floor is getting redone later in the week, and our old rug has been through a fire, floods and two dogs wallowing on it. Then we're having lunch with our younger son and looking at houses. He's seen a couple he likes, and I love his caution and carefulness. He's been looking on and off for several years, and not rushing into anything. It's a pretty fall day, and tomorrow it is supposed to rain (I'll believe it when I see it). So today is a good day to see a house with the sun shining on it. It makes a difference.
I'm reading a really terrific book after reading a really terrific book. I finished Sherman Alexie's "Blasphemy" which is a collection of short stories, most of which took my breath away. There is one about donkeys near the end that broke my heart. Then I began Louise Erdrich's "The Round House" and it is mesmerizing. It's narrator is a 13 year old boy, and his story is so gripping and effortless, and the bigger issues just slide on past his adolescent obsessions to make the whole story gripping and profound. I can hardly put it down to do my chores. They are two of my favorite Indian writers, and they are both clearly at the top of their game.
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