From my 1991 Journal:
I am reading Leaving Home, only it is more like sitting up and paying attention to life. Garrison Keillor captures the beauty in the most mundane of moments. Here are some lines I like:
Every summer I'm a little bigger, but riding the ferris wheel, I feel the same as ever, I feel eternal. . .The wheel carries us up high, high, high, and stops, and we sit swaying, creaking in the dark . . .[one year I had this vision]: little kids holding on to their daddy's hand, and he is me. He looks down on them with love and buys them another corn dog. They are worried they will lose him, they hang on to his leg with one hand, eat with the other. This vision is unbearably wonderful. Then the wheel brings me down to the ground. We get off and other people get on. Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough." (p. 124)
Old age is like birds in the winter. It's hard to keep going. But you still have your good days, and one good day makes you want to keep on. I use to get so upset if any little thing went wrong. Now everything goes wrong and it doesn't bother me, and some little thing is so wonderful--if my son writes me a letter, that's wonderful. And if he puts in a picture of my grandchildren, then that's just about everything." (p.146)
Thank you Garrison Keillor for loving life and taking the time to know it.