I love the idea that some stranger will pick up a guide book and see a picture and say let's go there and will in that way be connected to you, unknown and far away, while walking among the mysterious lost. There's something meaningful there, something that connects up with Cholmondeley and that he came to you and that he had to go and that somewhere out there are other creatures, human and otherwise, that you will know, and others you won't and oh, I am like Prufrock: it is impossible to say just what I mean! It's something about the intersection of intention, desire, and chance.
On the subject of pets, as you know it's now been a year and a half since we had to let Rosa go, and I still wish I could have her back and have trouble settling for less. We've gotten to the point, though, where we can laugh when remembering the way she used to tear about the house, running like mad to nowhere in particular.
And thank you for your thought. (Also gritting my teeth for dept. meeting.)
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On the subject of pets, as you know it's now been a year and a half since we had to let Rosa go, and I still wish I could have her back and have trouble settling for less. We've gotten to the point, though, where we can laugh when remembering the way she used to tear about the house, running like mad to nowhere in particular.
And thank you for your thought. (Also gritting my teeth for dept. meeting.)