I agree with Anne re "Gardening in Happy Lands" but just cannot think of someone to write that omnibus of musings, essays, haiku, fairy tales and recipes that do or don't work? Hmm.
And, as August 11 draws nigh--how about a National Rolling Zoom Celebration of MG/BR? From coast to coast, people dropping in and out, bringing celebratory greetings to you both?
Will the NFT Lad cover your shift that Thursday? Full Moon...anything's possible!
You're diary is great company over a morning coffee. Similar thoughts on age and making it through.
I think of your young friend dealing NFTs in parallel to MG: "“I wanted to live in Vancouver, I wanted to deal NFTs. And I wanted to live on it and in it.” And there's a broken heart for every successful startup in Silicone Valley."
The bricks! That extended metaphor is fabulous. I love you, even if you don't seem to particularly like yourself this morning. Yeah, I know. I split that infinitive. That's how I roll
It is difficult to hear of your struggles. You sound tired, weary and in need of a holiday. Sometimes we just wear down and there isn't much padding left below the weary heart and bones. Yet dear Bill you will rise as Mavis did because you both have known passion for life and the beauty of written words.
I agree with Anne re "Gardening in Happy Lands" but just cannot think of someone to write that omnibus of musings, essays, haiku, fairy tales and recipes that do or don't work? Hmm.
And, as August 11 draws nigh--how about a National Rolling Zoom Celebration of MG/BR? From coast to coast, people dropping in and out, bringing celebratory greetings to you both?
Will the NFT Lad cover your shift that Thursday? Full Moon...anything's possible!
Love Linda’s idea.
You're diary is great company over a morning coffee. Similar thoughts on age and making it through.
I think of your young friend dealing NFTs in parallel to MG: "“I wanted to live in Vancouver, I wanted to deal NFTs. And I wanted to live on it and in it.” And there's a broken heart for every successful startup in Silicone Valley."
The bricks! That extended metaphor is fabulous. I love you, even if you don't seem to particularly like yourself this morning. Yeah, I know. I split that infinitive. That's how I roll
Love to you, Bill, for writing on a day with some Lead in it.
I’m going to “be my own Henry” today and see how far I get with a massive book cull. Wish me luck. I’m so very glad you are here.
Delicious and funny and wise from stem to stern. (I love that Edna St.VM line.) Someone should write Gardening in Happy Lands, but who?
It is difficult to hear of your struggles. You sound tired, weary and in need of a holiday. Sometimes we just wear down and there isn't much padding left below the weary heart and bones. Yet dear Bill you will rise as Mavis did because you both have known passion for life and the beauty of written words.
Another thought-provoking, lovely, beautifully rendered missive.