I am in here.
I have a birthday color, and it’s lovely! Now I must contemplate it. Found it over on Pantone’s website right here. As for the rest of it, the dog howls in the morningtide, and I curl up on the futon in the TV room with tea and Don Quixote and my son’s incredibly lazy cat. … Continue reading I have a color
A day of reading, mostly Quicksilver. I can’t read more than a few psalms at a time without overdosing, and this week’s parsha is well into all of the various laws that Hashem told Moses to tell the people about. I peer into the world of evening network television, seeing what all the hubbub is … Continue reading Reading.
My father brought me up to revere General William Tecumseh Sherman, among others. In particular, he had me read the following letter that Sherman wrote to the mayor and city council of Atlanta, answering their request that he please not burn their city down. In it, he comes as close to saying “War is hell” … Continue reading War is hell.
Well, perhaps not “boredom.” Midday spent going through Mom’s house. I found nothing I wanted to keep and sat isolating myself with Fluffy the Laptop. Buck found lots of things, including a pile of letters Mom collected over the years from a cousin-in-law of mine who started sending her abusive letters after I prevented him … Continue reading Boredom in Miami Beach
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