Today's photo blog calls for another two-fer; one is a pretty good question, a standard meme. The other kind of irks me. The first is "A picture of your favorite book - why is it your favorite?" The second is "A picture of what I would find in your bag."
We'll take the second first, shall we? Why be predictable?
The question is worded exactly like that - 'in your bag.' Presumably they mean 'handbag.' We couldn't just say purse? or pocketbook? or even - gasp - handbag? Clarification would've been nice.
(Am I getting persnickety in my old age? I really do have a pet peeve about unclear communications.)
This is obviously the irksome question, but it's not because of the (hand)bag thing. It's really because it seems such a pointless question.
There are only three items in my 'bag' at the moment:
I once had a keyring with Lord only knows how many keys on it. Eh. I've simplified, lol. The comb's essential - snarly, messy hair (on myself; I don't particularly care about anyone else's) drives me bonkers. And I didn't wear sunglasses for years, mostly because I've worn eyeglasses most of my life and I couldn't afford prescription lenses and I couldn't stand those clip-on doodads. Now, with things like macular degeneration and the potential for sunlight-enhanced cataracts, sunglasses are like American Express for me - I don't leave home without 'em, so they're always in the bag.
I think it would be more telling to discuss what we don't find in my purse:
--checkbook / credit cards
Don't use it.
Don't need them - though there was a time I had a pack for every pocketbook, every pocket, every coat, in the nightstand, the kitchen, the glove compartment... you get the idea. I couldn't tell you the last time I had heartburn.
Can't use it - my stomach doesn't like aspirin anymore. I don't get any fewer headaches, I just can't take the remedy.
It's on the desk until I'm ready to walk out the door.
Don't have any.
Surely, you jest.
Well. (Kasey dusts her hands together.) On to the next one.
My favorite book of all time:
Okay, okay, I was just horsing around for a laugh. But you can almost hear majestic music rising in the background, can't you? The cover actually looks like this:
That's from the edition currently on my bookshelf. I've worn out a few, hardcover and paperback.
I like a few of Steinbeck's other stories, and can take or leave most of them, but this has been my favorite book since I was about 12 or 13. The reason's in Steinbeck's dedication to Pascal 'Pat' Covici.
Covici had developed a publishing firm and signed John Steinbeck up in '34. That was early in Steinbeck's career - perhaps the beginning of his published writing - so he worked with Pat Covici pretty much all of his professional life.
Just filling in the background. Covici and Steinbeck were friends for something like 35 years, until Covici's death in 1964.
See how easily I get sidetracked? Right, I remember now, the reason I like East of Eden. Steinbeck wrote:
You came upon me carving some kind of little figure out of wood and you said, "Why don't you make something for me?"
I asked you what you wanted, and you said, "A box."
"To put things in."
"Whatever you have," you said.
Well, here's your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and it is not full. Pain and excitement are in it, and feeling good or bad and evil thoughts and good thoughts - the pleasure of design and some despair and the indescribable joy of creation.
And on top of these are all the gratitude and love I have for you.
And still the box is not full.
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That's why it's my favorite book. It's full of so many things - but still it isn't full.
Goodnight, Sparklers, wherever you are!