AND SO I WAKE IN THE MORNING AND I STEP OUTSIDE
My daughter just commented on the fact that the very nice, expensive, wide (genuine) leather belt that she appropriated from me is a “really good child-beater belt”. For the record, she has never been beaten with a belt or anything else. Tempting. But no. So many things that I mean to write about, to remember to write about, to record for your amusement and for posterity*, and yet, the time goes and there is another huge hole in the calendar of my journal. I have a package to mail. I have a letter to respond to. I have pants to...