Didion on the Election

It killed me to have to miss this.

I was busy cleaning things. Preparing. Buying white wine and making sure vegetables, bread, crackers, and cheese would all fit on the two tiny tables we've begun to use in place of a coffee table. Hostessing! I bought antique aprons for this opportunity. Inviting other women into my house in order to show what I can do with some appropriately placed coasters sewn by my grandmother from her quilting scraps. And discussing Flaubert along the way.

Joan Didion, meanwhile, was in another borough, preaching, and I missed it. I made excuses: it'll turn up somewhere. Someone will go, write it down, and I won't feel so bad for missing it.

Want to hear a secret? I feel kind of bad for missing it.

(But I think those women appreciated my appropriately placed coasters.)

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