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[Today's subject line comes from Derek Mahon's "In Carrowdore Churchyard," quoted by the BBC here.]
Would any of you lot be interested in a handful of Chinese pattern magazines from the early 1970s? I'm willing to ship them gratis to anywhere in North America (overseas airmail has gotten too pricey, sorry).
I've been telling myself that each book added to the sell/giveaway/recycle stack is a triumph over self-delusion, but oy, it's still ridiculously hard to let go.
And speaking of letting go: "What's in your folder? (Lori-Lyn)
My original plan for the day was to divide it among office-work, paperwork, lettering, and decluttering, but I'm still rotten-tired from the Bronchitis of Doom Revisited, so much of the afternoon was spent fast asleep (despite the carpenter hammering away downstairs) and I've been alternating between living-room-clearing and light reading the rest of the while. The postal mail brought yet more estate-work (National City is either the most crooked or least competent bank I have ever dealt with -- GRR!), and the electronic mail beamed over the copyedits for my chapter in this book, which I answered right away. (It's a good exercise, being on the other side of the markups...) I did go out to meet a friend for lunch at Marche, which was terrific, both because of the company (she's a devout, active Episcopalian and a total sweetie -- one of the women I want to grow up to become) and the food (mint tea and the pasta special, which involved some sort of twisty noodle mixed with shredded lamb, tomato, and ricotta cheese -- incredibly delicious). And getting there at 11 meant we beat the crowds, and I was actually early, which meant time to read most of the Wall Street Journal.
Other happy things: finding a book on abebooks for half the price its Amazon resellers were asking; finding out that Great Performances is broadcasting the Cyrano de Bergerac production that was on Broadway last year (I missed the prime-time airing, but it's being rerun during the small hours Monday a.m.); whittling my main in-box down to one screen (whew!). And I'm about to make myself a salad with fresh orange slices and dried cranberries. So, impaired lungs and impossible banks notwithstanding, life is definitely good.
(Side note: those of you within driving distance of Stratford, Ontario - Colm Feore's back at the Festival this summer, and he's acting in a new production of Cyrano de Bergerac. The 1994 version he starred in was phenomenal. Just sayin'.)
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Would any of you lot be interested in a handful of Chinese pattern magazines from the early 1970s? I'm willing to ship them gratis to anywhere in North America (overseas airmail has gotten too pricey, sorry).
I've been telling myself that each book added to the sell/giveaway/recycle stack is a triumph over self-delusion, but oy, it's still ridiculously hard to let go.
And speaking of letting go: "What's in your folder? (Lori-Lyn)
My original plan for the day was to divide it among office-work, paperwork, lettering, and decluttering, but I'm still rotten-tired from the Bronchitis of Doom Revisited, so much of the afternoon was spent fast asleep (despite the carpenter hammering away downstairs) and I've been alternating between living-room-clearing and light reading the rest of the while. The postal mail brought yet more estate-work (National City is either the most crooked or least competent bank I have ever dealt with -- GRR!), and the electronic mail beamed over the copyedits for my chapter in this book, which I answered right away. (It's a good exercise, being on the other side of the markups...) I did go out to meet a friend for lunch at Marche, which was terrific, both because of the company (she's a devout, active Episcopalian and a total sweetie -- one of the women I want to grow up to become) and the food (mint tea and the pasta special, which involved some sort of twisty noodle mixed with shredded lamb, tomato, and ricotta cheese -- incredibly delicious). And getting there at 11 meant we beat the crowds, and I was actually early, which meant time to read most of the Wall Street Journal.
Other happy things: finding a book on abebooks for half the price its Amazon resellers were asking; finding out that Great Performances is broadcasting the Cyrano de Bergerac production that was on Broadway last year (I missed the prime-time airing, but it's being rerun during the small hours Monday a.m.); whittling my main in-box down to one screen (whew!). And I'm about to make myself a salad with fresh orange slices and dried cranberries. So, impaired lungs and impossible banks notwithstanding, life is definitely good.
(Side note: those of you within driving distance of Stratford, Ontario - Colm Feore's back at the Festival this summer, and he's acting in a new production of Cyrano de Bergerac. The 1994 version he starred in was phenomenal. Just sayin'.)
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