Not Revisiting Babar

All right, so I was going to write about how disconcerting it is to come across old beloved children's books and realize how problematic they are, but I realized that I don't really want to spend my time today bemoaning how awful the world can be.

Instead, I want to talk about nice things.

  • The way orange marmalade spread thinly on soda bread tastes when you chase it down with a sip of very slightly bitter hot chocolate. That is a great set of flavors.
  • Bad jokes. No, seriously. Do you know what I love about bad jokes? They're almost never offensive. Here, I'll show you: A balloon ran into a cactusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss...
  • Salt. Good lord, I must have a deficiency or something, because please pass the Morton's.
  • The gentle bite of autumn creeping in, even though I'm not a huge fan of pumpkin spice anything. The changing seasons are my favorites, probably because they're both so fleeting. (There are four seasons where I live, often erroneously described as: Winter, Winter Strikes Again, Revenge of Winter, and Roast Hell.)
  • The movie Arrival. I am still waiting to read the short story. Could whoever has it checked out at the library please get a move-on? I want to read about time and brains and language and peace and aliens, please. Thank you.

Augustine Sam