When a man is wrapped up in himself he makes a pretty small package.
- John Ruskin, author, art critic, and social reformer (1819-1900)
Size varies.
Emmylou was excited to go out on the ledge of the front window. You can see that leaves are starting to turn on my tree. Emmy's tail looks like a puff of smoke. I keep thinking "'scuse me while I kiss the sky."
Debee and Mom are here. Time to get to bed so that we can get up and get on the train to Albany and north to Schroon Lake. We're almost tucked in.
Writing might be sporadic, and posting will certainly be.
And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. — Anne Lamott
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
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