Fall Harvest

I know that I can't get the thrill of the first snow or relief of turning in my honors every single day. I can't eat turnip cakes* for breakfast or watch Newsradio reruns everyday. In the same vein, I cannot have this morning every weekend. I wish I could. Yet moments like these are to be stored for the long winter ahead, when work piles up, applications are due, and the Youngers have moved to Korea**.

I woke up late this morning. And walked an extra mile because my morning stupor clouded my sense of direction. But I met up with Laura for the Boston Book Festival. We went to a talk of Serious Fiction Writers. Then one of Hilarious Non-Fiction Writers, including David Rakoff, who I have long admired. He signed a book (freakin' hard copy- so mad that I couldn't find my copy of his old, paperback book) for me and though I froze and didn't have much to say to him, he did like my compliment a lot, so I'm just going to forget the rest of the encounter. There was the beautiful sun, discovering a new cafe with flaky scones and good coffee, free packs of Haribo gold bears, and the pleasure of running into Jon Pan. Mornings don't get more blessed than that.


*Turnip cakes, not to be confused with turd cakes, taste much better than it sounds (pretty much has to, right?). One of my favorite breakfast foods. Along with mantou, millet corn porridge, and egg scallion pancakes with sweet hot sauce.

**It's OK. They'll be in Seoul. And not a labor camp in the North. We like Seoul. Mark is going to save the world. The girls will learn Korean. And hilarity will ensue for Ashley (as she saves the world and makes great friends).