Tuesday, July 17, 2007
A storm came in yesterday afternoon, and I had to get off the computer and batten down the hatches. After I covered the books and closed windows, I curled up on the wicker sofa here at the shop (I need to get some throw pillows!). What could be better than listening to thunder rumble overhead while the rain dances across the roads in wavering curtains, while I sit cozy and protected by this little old house? The Grandma Bolt that once lived here was frightened by storms, I understand. But there seemed little to fear here yesterday, with the house tucked beneath the friendly little town, and all became quiet with the rain.
And what could be better than reading about adventures while sitting safe and warm at home? A dear young friend loaned me Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, and I had to go in search of a copy for myself after reading a couple of pages. This is a young woman I want to really get to know. She writes in her book about a year in search of self. Her first trip is to Italy, and I'm reading about her adventures in Rome in search of wonderful food and the beautiful language. She writes of the splendid, ancient city "I am inspired by the regal self-assurance of this town, so grounded and rounded, so amused and monumental, knowing that she is held securely in the palm of history. I would like to be like Rome when I am an old lady."