2pm
Woke up late at 9:30 and saw the flying snow and learned of the possible icy roads. Shot an email to Peter and told him i would not go into work today. He said it is a good plan. But I imagine him already at the office working away. He is such a workaholic nothing or rarely anything will prevent him from going to work. A purist at heart too. Everything should be perfect or in the highest standard for him.
Leo turned on the classical music on Pandora in the living room and roasted coffee. I started on Griffin’s biography for Merton “Follow the Ecstasy” the kindle version. I am already engrossed by it. Griffin has such an easy way of writing like he is telling a story and you are right there listening to his accounts of the most mundane details and yet for some reason you find it fascinating and unable to part from it. And yet at the same time, you need to put it down and sink into a kind of meditation on no specific subject but you need that time to absorb what you read. I love his writing. It’s too bad that he didn’t finish the whole biography, it would be such a wonderful treat to see Merton’s whole life through his eyes.
Made a mug of the barley tea and munched on the two day old popcorn for lunch. Its slowly giving me a stomachache. Outside the picture window, snow is flying horizontally. Connie called and we laughed at my comment on a trip about the snow on the high way falling horizontally. And Tim’s making fun of me even in later conversations for being so ignorant about the physics of car moving forward making the snow seems to fall horizontally. We talked for about an hour over nothing particular just two friends playing catch up. Glad that I have been able to maintain that for two good girl friends two days in a roll. But they both initiated the phone calls, I should do better on that front. I wonder however if there exists a friendship in the wold that resembles the one between Griffin and Merton. There is no expectations for future correspondence only the enjoyment of the present moment shared together in enjoyment. No demands only the understanding of the need for solitude. And every unexpected meeting brings mutual enjoyment and happiness. I feel guilty if I haven’t tried to contact my friends thinking it is a neglect of a basic decency. Relationship requires time. But then are they that fragile and cannot stand up to time if they are regarded by both participants as deeply rooted?