How odd it seems that there is a rare example of somebody I can
get on with living a mere half a mile away, but with whom I can only initiate
contact through this blog. No calling in person, no calling by phone, no
calling by e-mail. Modern times? I suppose I should be grateful for the blog.
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A delivery driver called next door. He’d got the wrong
address, but he set the dogs a-barking. They continued to bark for twenty
minutes after he’d gone. Or, to be more precise: one barked, the other howled.
Mmm...
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I’m still confused over the question of whether I’m being
accused of profaning all that was pure (see previous post.) Ordinarily I would
let this go quickly, but issues of purity and profanity are of major
consequence to me. They’re largely what I live for, so maybe it will take a
little longer.
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