For my book people, and a snapshot of now
Book adopters: for those of you to whom I am shipping books and not hand-delivering, everything is shipped! I emailed each of you when I got home from the post office to let you know.
The sun is setting all pink and gold
the Delta twilight growing cold
the cat asleep all soft and warm
the clocks all wound and keeping time
Meanwhile, omnisti is winning the War of the Shelves (we're installing new bookshelves at MJ's today, as my books + instruments have reached critical mass. This involves ladders and levels and screws and hammers and other things which I actually know something about, you may not be aware). And earlier today, with just a phonecall, I was indelibly reminded that I am beloved of two of the world's most wonderful men. Really. Promise to show you the root of this reminder as soon as it's lit and in my hot little hooping hands and undoubtedly posted to Youtube. This makes for a vast improvement from this morning, when I spilled my cereal into my lap first thing. Friday has redeemed itself in spectacular ways.
If I can catch a cat nap, I will go to the Christmas dinner at Varner with MJ tonight. She says they give prizes, though I'm not sure for what. Tomorrow, the Rev. Peacock is participating in Tuba Christmas in Little Rock. I'm so there, with my camera.
The sun is setting all pink and gold
the Delta twilight growing cold
the cat asleep all soft and warm
the clocks all wound and keeping time
Meanwhile, omnisti is winning the War of the Shelves (we're installing new bookshelves at MJ's today, as my books + instruments have reached critical mass. This involves ladders and levels and screws and hammers and other things which I actually know something about, you may not be aware). And earlier today, with just a phonecall, I was indelibly reminded that I am beloved of two of the world's most wonderful men. Really. Promise to show you the root of this reminder as soon as it's lit and in my hot little hooping hands and undoubtedly posted to Youtube. This makes for a vast improvement from this morning, when I spilled my cereal into my lap first thing. Friday has redeemed itself in spectacular ways.
If I can catch a cat nap, I will go to the Christmas dinner at Varner with MJ tonight. She says they give prizes, though I'm not sure for what. Tomorrow, the Rev. Peacock is participating in Tuba Christmas in Little Rock. I'm so there, with my camera.