November 12, 2010
I am experiencing profound agnosticism on the tumbling tramp. Elusive progress indeed. Sweat and soggy dismay.
Met a three legged dog on the way home, with a silky head.
Two weeks previous I had a conversation, in the identical spot, where I was asked if I was institutionally unattached?
November 11, 2010
All I can say for the third time in as many days is Thank Christ for Ali Smith… (a Scottish short story writer & novelist)
She makes me proud to be a short woman.
She actually cares about literature and readers above and beyond her own work. (The audacity!) May the tongue fall out of the head of anyone who says otherwise. Good Grief.
November 10, 2010
The rain today was the razor blades slashing the eyelid variety. Relentless when it fell. It’s not the variation I like, too vicious and biting. But the wind I love, the combination of the terrific bluster with that rain. Kind of a West Coast roar or rumble. One that’s grand to look out the window at. But something of an assault to move among.
A good chat with two people who like DM Fraser today among other topics. Satisfying indeed.
Les soirs we are utilizing multiple hot water bottles and I am very glad we have two couches to contain the readers. My boyo polished off five hundred pages this evening and then turned to me hoping for the third book — another 250 — that sadly we don’t possess. Who says boys don’t read?!!
My violin is utterly out of tune —
November 8, 2010
Between 1am and 3am the weather network said it would snow/rain. Bump! Weather excitement! Except how can it snow at 6 degrees above? I just turned to investigate this via the snow probability calculator and it gave me the following response to inputting the figures 6 degrees with 93 per cent humidity.
Melting Air Temperature is: 0.4°C
It will snow in hell before it does here…
November 8, 2010
Received a lovely note this week from an unexpected source (thanks M) at the end of a brutal day standing in check out line around 9pm. It was a beautiful note that gave me pause and I had pause into which to pour the pause at that precise moment since my shopping accomplice had disappeared off to investigate a video game.
It reminded me how letters used to come and often the reply would begin with detailing what a person was doing when they received your letter. Not uncommonly it would be I was only thinking about you when your letter arrived, or your letter arrived on a day that blah blah. So the moment of landing would be imprinted and returned back to the sender. Also when letters crossed this was detailed. Our letters must have crossed
With email, letters can reach us in every spot we stand practically, there’s little delay or interruption and we are seconds rather than days away from each other as correspondents. This also means a note can arrive to the precise second that it could be uplifting or comforting to a person and it’s incredible when that occurs unexpectedly and it’s someone you haven’t spoken to for a long while.