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I was in New Hampshire too long ago, communing with the Concordians and getting in my B snuggles. I spent some time one evening at Hot Hole Pond, with B in her little Farmer John wet suit and Jasper the … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: June 2011
I’ve been watching Gandhi on Turner Classic Movies, and it inevitably reminded me of something I read somewhere long ago. “Why did the sahibs ever go to India,” a fastidious Maharajah once asked Lord Curzon, “when they could stay at … Continue reading
When frustration with what you’re reading feeds anger feeds a naturally bad temper (I’m not talking about all you even-keeled people out there), you can’t soothe your savage beast by firing the pulsating lump of pustulating rubbish against the wall. … Continue reading
One of the books I’ve got going right now is Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s fifth and final volume of her diaries and letters, War Within and Without, first published in 1980, and concerning the late 1930s and early ’40s. Her books, … Continue reading
Sweet running weather this morning. Cool, with a lovely mist gentling down. I’m still staggering unsmoothly along, but I’m out there, and beginning to feel a little more comfortable. Mornings like this really help. I’ve been asked by a friend … Continue reading
I’ve been reading a lot (what’s new?), writing a lot (some of it actually hasn’t been binned), running a lot (if oh so short and daintily), and seeing almost enough of the Concordians. What I can’t seem to bring myself … Continue reading
The B was in Woodbury for a few days, so all was ecstatic here. B, late one evening: “I am having difficulty sleeping.” (Yes, she really talks this way.) Related adult: “Why?” B: “I sleeped yesterday.” (She talks this way, … Continue reading