Winter is come to Rancho La Zaca and so have I–back from a whirlwind two weeks in New York and Atlanta. Everyone was all hepped up about the rain we were supposed to have today, but it has passed us by to the chagrin of His Grace and his grapes, and the oats he planted across the way.
We get very little rain here as it is–that’s the good news and the bad news–so we really need what we get. It will come; it will come. Now it’s just cloudy and blowing like crazy. Sometime the wind whistles so loud it’s like it’s rushing right through the house. If a really thin person walked outside she would fall right over. (Definitely not a worry for me, ahem.) It can make one irritable, though, the wind. I heard that in France, if someone murders his wife during the mistral–a cold and punishing wind that goes on for tres ever–it is only a misdemeanour. I don’t believe it; but I heard it. The French are cranky, anyway, n’est-ce pas? For me, it’s a good time to hunker down on the next book proposal … and watch Smash tonight because I just couldn’t stay awake for it last night (bi-coastal jet lag: high-class problem) … and to remember the words of good ol’ Martha Washington (1732-1802):
I am still determined to be cheerful and happy, in whatever situation I may be; for I have also learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances.
P.S. If anybody knows the meaning of that quote, and lives it, it is my dear friend in Atlanta having surgery today. My heart and prayers are with her and her family, possessors of excellent “dispositions,” all. God bless.