a little slice of paradise

It was a little slice of paradise today. There was strong, steady breeze blowing down the river, a friend came by and yanked me out of bed to make me go eat breakfast at Magnolia, and I might go bowling tonight. Life just doesn’t get any better. I’ve been reading some Cormac McCarthy and I really enjoy his sparse style as well as the way the style carefully evokes the nature of countryside he describes. But I’m having a problem, now deep into his second book in the “Border Trilogy” because my spoken Spanish isn’t nearly as good as I thought. There is only one clear solution: I need to date someone who can translate this stuff for me. It’s such wonderful literature, and I pulled out some quotes which were so useful I had to add them to the database usually reserved for stuff from Shakespeare and Twain. Of course, my basic and unabashed love of the American Southwest shows up here, but the story seems to be poetic, and told on a much deeper level. Now, if I can just find someone to help with the Spanish passages….