|Pilates of Caribbean etc. |
Last Sunday, as I was drinking coffee and thinking about what I'd write about in my next blog post, my husband asked me if I'd read the comic strip Pearls Before Swine. Not yet, I said, since I'm usually the last one to get my paws on the comics section, having to make do with Travel and Texas Living while everyone else gets their Baby Blues on. But when I did read it, I had to laugh. The only thing Stephen Pastis got wrong was the amount of time spent on Words with Friends. I promptly clipped the strip and stuck it under a magnet with the curling collection of my favorite strips pasted to my fridge. No too many strips make the cut.
Funny Pamela should write about her love for movies and books the very next day. That strip and its arrival on my refrigerator got me thinking about the things I most love, and how I remind myself of that. And it was right there in front of me, under a magnet or a magnet itself.
|The map of the London Tube|
underneath Jefferson's words!
That's love. The comic strips are love. My magnets of Krakow and the Great Smoky Mountains and the Kona coast, all of it, all of it love. Front and center, a reminder to me every day when I grab an apple or milk for my coffee of what I love. Reading and writing and travel and family. The other side of the fridge? Pictures of my family, of course.