I’m not going to blog a lot right now, but I thought I’d at least pop in and show my face (or my words). I have nothing of import to say. And I have given up whining. How ’bout that?
But … I will be going to The Giants game this week, and isn’t that fun [...]
… with self-absorption. Time to stop whining. Time to stop writing about me, me, me.
So pardon my absence, but I’m going to take time off from this site for at least a week. Maybe longer.
Time will tell.
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I’m
a Gryffindor!
I honestly wasn’t trying to choose the answers to become a Gryffindor. I just answered honestly. Because I’m an honest sort.
Meanwhile back in the real world …
on and off I’ve been tooting away on the oboe. I’m going through reeds. They are all saying they want to retire. Only four shows to go, reeds [...]
Today is “Rat Catcher’s Day”.
Aren’t you glad you know that now?
I suspect we have rats in our ivy on the side of the house. My dream: have the ivy cut back and put in cement so the ivy can’t easily (and far too quickly) climb up the side of the house, and so that [...]
Only 3 days of driving. Only 4 shows.
51/4 :-)
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Beloved, we are always in the wrong,
Handling so clumsily our stupid lives,
Suffering too little or too long,
Too careful even in our selfish loves;
The decorative manias we obey
Die in grimaces round us every day,
Yet through their tohu-bohu comes a voice
Which utters an absurd command—Rejoice.
W.H. Auden, “In Sickness and in Health”
I [...]
Slow and Steady
Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.
They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.
It’d really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.
They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.
How Do [...]
… by something that happened yesterday in San Francisco.
As always, there are panhandlers up near the Curran. Mostly we walk by without even acknowledging them, which troubles me a bit, but I honestly don’t know what else to do.
But yesterday a youngish looking man asked for money as he sat huddled in his blanket. [...]
… but don’t be. (I’ve merely deleted this post. It was unnecessary.)
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMESON!
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