Pretty city, sad day. My step-dad’s funeral is this afternoon. I thought I would leave you a lovely photo to look at whilst I am off-line.
Partial view of the Columbus skyline. September 2013.
Can you guess which building is my favourite?
Who knew that the author of The Jungle was so dashing?
Upton Sinclair, 1906
“I aimed at the public’s heart, and by accident I hit it in the stomach.”-Upton Sinclair
This is a fantastic place to read a good book.
Topiary Park. Columbus.
As some of you know, my dog, Crosley, and my step-dad, Charlie, were both ill last week. I would like to thank everyone who sent their prayers, good wishes, and happy thoughts our way. We lost both of them on Friday the Thirteenth, just 6 hours apart. I was there for the one, but not the other. My husband held strong 100 miles away, as he cuddled Crosley during his final moments.
Since then, I’ve been reading a lot of Ibsen, drinking too much strong tea, and helping plan the funeral for the man who raised me. Yesterday, in a few short hours, I finished a short story that I started a year ago. Thank goodness that my words have not failed me. Blogging will be hit or miss for the next week or so, but it will not cease. I love my little A Small Press Life community too much for that. Some day, when I am up to the challenge, I will share with you what Crosley and Charlie meant to me.
“It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer…and everything collapses.”-Colette
Literary Figures and Their Wild Pets [courtesy of HUFF POST BOOKS]
Because it is Monday and we could all use some levity.
Although I’m feeling anything but invincible these days, I still think this Wonder Woman mural decorating a wall in the women’s restroom at the High Beck Tavern in Columbus is pretty amazing!
Wonder Woman Mural
“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places.”-Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
“You have power over your mind-not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”-Marcus Aurelius
…and there’s nothing you can do about it. On a personal level, the only thing that can possibly be worse than watching someone you love die, is knowing that a second someone you love is about to die and that you cannot be with them, too.
“You know, they ask me if I were on a desert island and I knew nobody would ever see what I wrote, would I go on writing. My answer is most emphatically yes. I would go on writing for company. Because I’m creating an imaginary–it’s always imaginary–world in which I would like to live.”-William S. Burroughs, in The Paris Review
I’m on the road today, heading home for a 10-day stretch. I wish I looked this fresh and kicky whilst traveling.
Whiz Bang, May 1922.
I will meet you back here later tonight or tomorrow, with some new content. Until then, thanks for ever-so-sweetly hanging in there!
George Bernard Shaw wore suits almost as well as he wrote plays. Case in point:
George Bernard Shaw, 1909.
The hat is a nice touch.
George Bernard Shaw, 1914.
Hmm. This looks familiar.
George Bernard Shaw, 1946.
Jaunty at 90.
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