The sum of things to be known is inexhaustible, and however long we read, we shall never come to the end of our story-book.”
(Introductory lecture as professor of Latin at University College, London, 3 October 1892)”
― A.E. Housman
“Stories are meant to comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable.”
― Finley Peter Dunne
Not to say I made any bad decisions during my mini hiatus but boy, do I have some stories to tell. . .
I’ve been trying to put up a post since, I don’t know, what’s today??? I just walked in the door, the suitcases, bags and boxes now litter my house from the car to the bedroom.
I’m bleary eyed and slap happy–not to mention broke as a convict.
There were dinners, talks, smokers, drinkers, bushes, ghosts, walks, trolleys, parks, noise, horse races, bets, heat, humidity, cars, vows, a kiss, dances, toasts, prayers, food–good and bad, oysters for some, bushes again, rickshaws, torn dresses, carriages, a river, history, pirates, ice-cream, storms, rain, bills, friends, family, happiness, irritability, sleeplessness, youth, age, humor, security only once, an ill husband, shopping, viewing, hotels, rooms, flowers, crowns, keeping calm, Winston, tuxes, fraternities, sororities, principals, superintendents, students, teachers, preaches, locals, strangers, visitors, blisters, sunburn, laughter, tears, antiques—and just no time right now to go into to any detail. . .
I’ll get us all caught up ASAP–I promise, but first I need to figure out about the chair. . .
And I need one of these right about now—not the dish towel but the drink!!!!!!!