Archive for September, 2007

Pouring Over Old Letters

Thursday, September 27th, 2007

Not my own, this time, but Lytton Strachey’s. My order from Daedalus was sitting on the doorstep when Dawn and I returned from lunch. I almost opened the box in front of her but our conversation was so rapid and jumpy that I forgot about the box as soon as I set it on the […]

Tumult of Words

Sunday, September 23rd, 2007

I’m smothering in this avalanche of words and I’ve quickly come to hate them all. Right now, these words remind me of the gulf, not the bridge, between us. I would like nothing better now than to hold you in silence.


Tuesday, September 4th, 2007

To retreat for a moment from the prospect of dealing with the failed garden house project, we turned our attention to some little things we could finish up in the kitchen.

The surface and beneath the surface