You taste like strawberries. You taste like fish biscuits.
Being seventy-seven is an enormous inconvenience.
Of course, being seventy-seven is wonderful, if I can organize my life, if Bill either lives or dies, if I can begin to take my morning walk again, if I can get my life together again, if I can only adjust my bowels to my busy days. I wouldn't give up a day of it, cousin, and I honestly don't know why that is.
-A particularly charming part of a Simmons Jones letter I read today at work. He was a writer who died this year and who lived about a mile from where I did in Charlotte.
Tonight I went on a bike ride and met Ann at this bar to watch LOST on a big screen projector. It was a little loud (as in bar-noise), but the intense look on Sayid's face told me everything I needed to know. And there was a boston terrier named stella.
ps: sup birthday present?
please?
Of course, being seventy-seven is wonderful, if I can organize my life, if Bill either lives or dies, if I can begin to take my morning walk again, if I can get my life together again, if I can only adjust my bowels to my busy days. I wouldn't give up a day of it, cousin, and I honestly don't know why that is.
-A particularly charming part of a Simmons Jones letter I read today at work. He was a writer who died this year and who lived about a mile from where I did in Charlotte.
Tonight I went on a bike ride and met Ann at this bar to watch LOST on a big screen projector. It was a little loud (as in bar-noise), but the intense look on Sayid's face told me everything I needed to know. And there was a boston terrier named stella.
ps: sup birthday present?
please?