rainy friday
It appears that winter may finally behind us. Yesterday was sunny and warm and although today is rainy and grey I am hopful for the sun tomorrow. I have a busy weekend but hope to save sometime for sewing and such. Below are some new things I have made. Some of these things I have put up for sale on etsy. The seller name is dragonkite, if you would like to take a look.
I have started reading Joan Didion's "the last thing he ever wanted" I am reminded how much I love her as a writer. The way she writes gets under my skin, I seem to absorb it like a sponge. I urge anyone how hasn't read her to go to your local library and, quite literally, check her out. She brings joy and I am doubtful you would be disapointed. I give you an excerpt from the first page of "a book of common prayer" to tempt you.
I will be her witness.
That would translate 'sere su testigo', and will not appear in your travelers' handbook because it is not a useful phrase for the prudent traveler.
Here is what happened: she left one man, she left a second man, she traveled again with the first; she died alone. She lost one child to "history" and another to "complications" (I offer in each instance the evaluation of others), she imagined herself capable of shedding that baggage and came to Boca Grande a tourist, Una Turista. So she said. In fact she came here less a tourist then a sojourner but she did not make that distinction.
She made not enough distinctions.
She dreamed her life.
She died, hopeful. In summary. So you know the story. Of course the story had extnuating circumstances, weather, cracked sidewalks and paregorina, but only for the living.
Charolette would call her story one of passion. I believe I would call it one of delusion......
-L
