Last month, at a wedding in Santa Fe, my partner in chitchat said, “I’d rather get stuck in the foot with a pitchfork than listen to the Messiah another time.” Poor guy. I suspect a lack of experience getting stuck with a pitchfork. Last Sunday Dickie and I went to a performance at symphony hall. Oh my god, to coin a phrase. I listened again last night and this morning. The trumpet shall sound. But given my hearing loss….
Christmas. It feels like it.
Last night I had a dream in which there was a new order of nuns, a community called Amorica.
Amor y paz a todos.