I’ve calmed down now. I think that looking at this picture helped. I want to climb into this picture. Isn’t this the greatest picture ever? I have always loved libraries: their smell, their possibilities. . . the very atmosphere of … Continue reading
This insurance thing just keeps getting worse and worse. I can’t talk about it tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Grrrrrrr. So anyway, while I’m already angry, I’ll tell you about something that happened twenty years ago that I’m still mad … Continue reading
Days, by Ralph Waldo Emerson Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,Muffled and dumb, like barefoot dervishes,And marching single in an endless file,Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.To each they offer gifts, after his will,–Bread, kingdoms, stars, or sky that … Continue reading