Some charming things about my father- June 16, 2008 A day late: His friends used to call him Bog Pete, because, when hiking, he always managed to lead them into bogs. He can play "5 foot 2, Eyes of Blue" on the ukulele. Every night, or almost every night, for years and years, at bedtime, he would tell my sister and I stories of two small, 6 inch girls, who confronted threatening villains such as The Man In The Orange Pants, and rescued Kings of the Kingdom of Mice, assisted by fairies such as Mariposa Thistlebank. He used to talk to our dog,...http://www.caterina.net/archive/001122.html Even if you can't- June 14, 2008 Even if you can't shape your life the way you want, at least you can try as much as you can not to degrade it by too much contact with the world, by too much activity and talk Do not degrade it by dragging it along taking it around and exposing it so often to the daily silliness of social relations and parties, until it comes to seem a boring hanger-on -- C.P. Cavafyhttp://www.caterina.net/archive/001120.html |