Happy New Year 2011 from Sacramento, California, where I am finishing reading Rat, a dark novel that Jill gave me way back, and in the next room my friend is watching TV and striding away on his the NordicTrak, and I’m also starting to read Jumping Fire by Murry A. Taylor, which my friend recommended, and from the TV I can hear a documentary about 60s folk music, and find myself singing along, Not a shirt on my back, Not a penny to my name, Lord, I can’t go on living this a’way, and hoping the lyrics stop seeming so relevant in this new year, and now there are football game noises coming from that room, but no, now we’re marching to Pretoria, but in fact I’m going to the kitchen to eat chocolate and last night’s cold garlic bread and tomorrow morning I go back to the Bay Area to get ready for this next tsunami that I lovingly call my life.
Nordic track? Isn’ t that the device commonly used to hang almost-dry clothes? We have one on the porch, all ready for action–Hil and I’ll try our best to warm up the c-o-l-d “skis” and stride our way in to 2011–urging each other on as we watch the melting snow go drip drip drip off the roof. Hey-Hil’s alarm just went off–signs and wonders indeed. Reading Allende’s Daughter of Fortune–wish I could understand the original Spanish language version–great tale of the Gold Rush era, beginning in Chile….Love to you and yours!-S.
You’re very cute, my Gins.
Syd — I’ve read that! Loved it. A goal of mine is to read it en espaí±ol at some point — probably with the English copy nearby for assistance. She’s really an excellent writer. Hoorah.