‘Twas the Week before Christmas
Thursday: yoga class (that Ommmm seems a too distant memory now!), a bank appointment, and two hours’ travel to the city. Plans for collapsing with books in our apartment were scuttled by a desperate call…
View PostThursday: yoga class (that Ommmm seems a too distant memory now!), a bank appointment, and two hours’ travel to the city. Plans for collapsing with books in our apartment were scuttled by a desperate call…
View PostHow’s that for a title? Unwieldy but Descriptive? It does, at least, tell you what’s up with me these days… For example, Yesterday, I -ran my 8 kilometres in the morning (playing with a different…
View PostI spent a lovely few hours with my friend Alison in her studio last week, building up the layers to make Christmas images like the one above. I’d missed the last class in our Watercolours…
View PostAnother passage from Karl Olve Knausgaard’s A Man in Love (the 2nd volume of his My Struggle series) illustrates some of that gradual fading we observe of the intensity of a time away from home, the remembered…
View PostLovely as serendipity can be (I’ve also written about Serendipity in travel-planning here), we don’t rely completely on its charms when we travel. Generally, I scope out can’t-miss exhibitions or concerts before we fly; sometimes,…
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