the speaker is eighty, retired from a lifetime of bible translation. her voice is strong and, when she sings, she carries the tune yet. her message rambles (i suppose if i get to share at eighty i would ramble too) but remains consistent. my God called me and was faithful and will remain faithful. here i am, Lord!
would that i would walk my path with the same vigor and joy, P! when i think of the saints who have gone before, you stand there with the best of them!
like a secret thrill like a big hug like a warm cuppa chocolate
going on leave for the next two weeks with no plans to go anywhere
oooh cross-stitch! oooh books! oops renovation!
yes!!
chinese ghost stories - lafcadio hearn (1887): quaint tales told in lyrical prose.
irish ghost stories - ed. maura mchugh (2022): neither bizzarre nor ghostly enough. i stop reading after 1-and-a-half stories.
japanese ghost stories - lafcadio hearn (1890s): back to quaint tales in lyrical prose.
somehow quaint is the word du jour. i must be missing something.
our first in 45 years.
at once exhilarating ear-splitting exciting and exhausting. also bewildering and disconcerting. names crawl out of the woodwork faster than i recall who their owners are. quite often the owners go unrecognized as memory and current reality do not match, not by many kilograms. this applies most especially to the gentlemen.
as high school reunions go, this one pretty much satisfies stereotype.
