|But the greatest of these is pie.|
It's a lovely book. I recommend it to anyone suffering from chronic grumpiness syndrome.
It being Thanksgiving and all, I'm going to invoke a time-honoured yankee tradition that causes at least three Britons at American tables to spontaneously combust every year. I mean that part before dinner where everyone around the table is forced to say - earnestly - what they are thankful for.
As a warning, anyone who employs irony or understatement at this juncture will be DEPRIVED OF PIE.
Barbara Ann Cheerfulness Kipfer, being an expert in such matters, may go first. Over to you Barbara:
- Sunlight streaming through trees
- The whack of a bat against a baseball
- A baby's yawn
- Fiber optics
Me? I am thankful for love. Family. Friendship. Health.
I am thankful to have this brief moment of wakefulness, like a butterfly in wintertime. I reckon time has transfigured the words of Philip Larkin into truth: "what will survive of us is love."
Now there's your pie, and here's your bucket of water.
Stop cringing and be thankful.