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I took a walk this morning on the Brooklyn Bridge like I do occasionally. It’s snowing again, but it’s getting warmer. The New Yorkers will still say it’s really cold. Manhattan really should be called the land of 1000 bridges. There are so many of them, and each one comes from a completely different architectural era. The Brooklyn Bridge if my favorite though. You can’t go wrong with good old fashioned stone and steel.
My computer caught a virus and has been out of commission since Wednesday. Once I get the tools I need to fix it I can see how much work I’ve lost. I have two short stories and a re-write of my screenplay on there that I hadn’t backed up yet. Hopefully I can get it all back. If not, no worries. There’s plenty more where that came from. Either way, God’s given me a break from the computer for the rest of the week.
Yesterday I saw Anne Lamott at the Barnes and Noble. She was totally not what I expected. She was very liberal, very politically active, and the things she read to us sounded very sad and full of grief. She seems to believe that Love is all about deliverance from pain.
I adamantly disagree. As anyone who’s reached puberty knows, love brings as much pain and suffering as joy and happiness. True, if someone wants to hurt you they will bring you pain, but if someone loves you they will risk bringing you pain in order to make you better and heal you.
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