stuffing

I am packing for Detroit, and will leave soon to spend the day with David and Brina before heading out on my flight tonight. Scott is safely and happily ensconced with family up north; I head east to do the same with myself for a few days. My family has been so supportive of me this year, and o, have I ever needed it. My friends have, too, but I’ve also seen a little sorting out on that score: there are those who have remained close, and those who have drifted off into the ether. For once, I’m not blaming myself for losing touch with people. I have given it an honest shot, and to do more would require the rest of my life to be more stable than it is right now. It isn’t, and so the friends who require more attention than I can give them will...

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Posted on 28 Nov 2002 | Comments Off

things change

I get fairly confused when I read entries I made two years ago. Is it common to change so much within two years that your past self is barely recognizable? I will be returning to Detroit this year, alone. Gramma and her house, both of which had figured so prominently in my childhood, are no more: Gramma passed away earlier this year, the house sold mere months before that. Things change, my mother once joked to me, pretending to give me such unwise advice. Now I know that’s the only wisdom that means anything to me.

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Posted on 26 Nov 2002 | Comments Off

slurp

The book is 2′ by 1′ by 6″. It is bound in leather with gilt lettering. A dictionary of the English language: in which the words are deduced from their originals, and illustrated in their different significations by examples from the best writers: to which are prefixed, a history of the language, and an English grammar by Samuel Johnson. Publication date: 1755. First edition. I didn’t lick it, but man, I wanted to.

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Posted on 22 Nov 2002 | Comments Off