The mind dances here and there, rarely in a linear fashion. So what’s on my mind these days? How about counting on these fingers?
- So strange to awaken with no agenda for the day, no pressing project at hand. To return abed, with coffee. Not that this is normal, by any stretch of the imagination.
- My big dream for financial liberation: HAWAIIAN SWEATERS. In northern climates like ours, the popular Hawaiian shirts have about a six-week span of usefulness. But with long sleeves and sufficient heft, their colorful designs just might be welcome for leisure wear the rest of the year. Think of skiing or ice skating or sitting beside the fire. Let me know if you’re interested in investing.
- On my way home the other day, had to brake for deer on each side of the road. And then? Such large ears!
- Am seeing so many of my literary work turning into history – despite their contemporary focus.
- “You write where your soul is” (says Ernest J. Gaines). Not necessarily where your body is.
- A long procession – parade – of panel trucks, tractor rigs, pickups – was headed by a hearse. I still don’t know the story.
- The Provost’s Wife is quite a character, famous for her parties.
- When I’m involved in a project, just plain STOPPING is difficult.
- The ocean’s turned wild, restless, throwing big sprays. I’d never be viewing this had that lover returned. Nor would I have written anything of what I have since she left. Seems altogether fitting.
- As another said, “Things are slow when it rains.”