Folks. Here she is, the author of ocean.
I took a drive into nowhere today. How did it happen? I was being pampered by Jason, the hair person supreme, who has taken to telling me wonderful things about my hair, my age, my future… (Himself? Well, he is going through a difficult phase).
I left his place drunk with gratitude but saddened by the injustices of it all.
The sun rapidly sunk into some comfortable billows of low lying clouds.
A brief period of being away from it all was enough. Within minutes, I was back in the urbe-urban setting of Madison.
I met a friend, we drank cabernets and cosmos (I the latter). I waited for the crowds to flood the premises, none came and so I retired, brushing aside the world. I posted this – I am incapable tonight of being more expansive.
So be it.
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Although thanks to global warming we have been spared the bitter cold, we have not been spared the grey gloom... On a much less than happy note, it was about this time of year, my wonderful friend Markie Rath chose to end her life. She had graduated from law school and then was getting her Phd in History (at either Yale or Princeton). She made the mistake of coming back to Madison during a very dreary winter. Like Sylvia Plath, I think the weather played a major role.
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