When I ran this morning, I wore gloves and a snow cap, yet my bare feet were warm.
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I’m aware that I write for a very small audience. I’m also aware that each member of that audience brings something to the writing that it most certainly needs: kindness and wings.
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Gutter Journal, Numb. 4. Thursday, November 9, 2023. Cleaned back gutters and downspouts of fir needles and birch leaves.
Read The Rambler, Numb. 21. Tuesday, May 29, 1750, by Samuel Johnson — an installment I might lamely sum up as, “It’s best to measure our abilities and efforts by a lifelong yardstick.”
Our bane and physick the same earth bestows, / And near the noisome nettle blooms the rose. — Ovid.
Read Bees and Their Keepers, by Lotte Möller, Pages 109-118. For the month of July: A Walk in Yorkshire Remembered and A Comparison between Heather and Chestnut Honey.
Regarding Don Quixote: Ozell’s Revision of the Translation by Peter Motteux, the Ozell referred to appears to be John Ozell, an English translator and accountant who died in 1743. According to Wikipedia, “He was particularly associated with Joseph Addison and the ‘little senate’ that met at Button’s Coffee House in Covent Garden.”
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Pesky fly — we both shall die, by and by.
November 9, 2023.
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