During the day I found my mind drifting to thinking about several of my family who served in uniform.
I open Twitter regularly to find brave retweets about not messin' with Texas, and Jefferson quoters telling us this is all invented. It's just a bit of flu, they declare. We all gotta die of "sumthin", they add...
At her father’s funeral, my wife could not hug her own mother.
Where we should be is HOME, wherever HOME happens to be.
To talk about SOMETHING else and innocuous briefly.
Aged 89, my father-in-law died unexpectedly early Monday morning (nothing to do with the stupid virus insofar as we know) at his home here in London.
While I have not listened to her start to finish narrating through any of them, from what I have heard she has a decent speaking voice.
After we are gone, what will be said about us? Like everyone else, I suppose authors do wonder too...
In down time sneakily I have been considering - and writing - a bit more of the next great project: the novel that will eventually be.
At my mention of Fitzgerald, my wife smiled and turned to my nephew (with me sitting right there) and declared, "He [meaning me] has a Fitzgerald fixation currently."
Travel - particularly when engaged in relatively young - is certainly one activity that helps create life experiences. It enables a building up of a personal bank of events and interactions. You will almost certainly find that pile of memories useful eventually if you turn to writing.
By the way, "time travel" is NEVER historical. NEVER! I don't care how many books of it are sold.
With our two better halves busy yesterday, another husband (and a friend) and I went off to the Imperial War Museum at Duxford (I suppose, as guys might do when left to their own devices), which is just south of Cambridge...
I had not been on AA internationally for at least 20 years. Everyone I met was pleasant. Indeed the perpetually smiling cabin crew all seemed named "Ashley" or "Brett" and sounded like they were from South Carolina.
My birthday present.