Sunday, March 15, 2015

Signs, Proof, and the Buddha Makes Lemonade


This is proof.


That this happened this weekend.

And this.

But I have no proof of what I saw this evening when I went for a walk around the block. Looking in my patio window, I saw my mother reaching behind my cookbooks where I stash my unfinished bottle of wine. Her martini glass had been drained just minutes before, and I mistakenly thought that her body had forgotten the sea of alcohol that it had been afloat in for so long. Of late she's been congenial about her two-ounce martini. She might have seen me. But maybe not. The bottle of wine was tightly sealed with one of those vacuum corks, and when I returned (just minutes later,) it was still sealed. "That sure was a short walk," she said. "It was," I said.

And this novel I'm reading, "The Debt to Pleasure," by John Lanchester---SPOILER ALERT---overwhelmed me with its darkness this afternoon. I have no proof, but there are signs that our narrator is a psychopath who has murdered his parents and caused the death of  perhaps two household employees. The book is a feast of language and wit and actual recipes. Not to mention a banquet of arcana that regularly sends me on a Google tangent. BUT. Either I've figured out on page 111 where this story is going or my prediction of where it all will end is a sign of my own darkness. 

And I'm not sure what's going on here in my iPhoto as it interfaces with Blogger, but for the second time in recent months, a photo that I have not selected--a photo from months ago--has appeared in this post. It's a photo from Dan's memorial. I'm going to call it a sign. 


4 comments:

Elizabeth said...

It is SO A SIGN, and it thrills me. I missed you intensely today, for some reason. Your sweet face and voice. I can't wait to see you.

P.S. For your word verification thingy, I had to CHOOSE FROM PHOTOS -- BOTTLES OF WINE!

WTF?

Ms. Moon said...

Proof of things unseen...
Love it.
All.
Love you.

Bella Rum said...

You better find a new hiding place.

37paddington said...

Dan whispers to you.