Things Fall Apart

Chinua Achebe's novel Things Fall Apart came to mind this evening. I'm not exactly sure why. I think I was just thinking about books that I've really enjoyed. It's written from such a non-Western perspective. This makes it interesting, refreshing. I didn't find Okonkwo to be worthy of imitation in all ways, but ... he was sort of a badass. He was known for being an achiever. I read a number of Achebe's other work over the years, but the various titles and plots have become jumbled in my mind.

This morning was gorgeous; there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the snow on the ground was bright, bright, white. I stood in front of my house for a brief moment and just took in the view.

D, B, and the kids are moving to Florida. I heard they're excited. I'm happy for them because they've been talking about it for a while.