My first life crisis came when I turned twenty-eight. Approaching thirty, I had to finally face up that I would never again be nineteen. After several years of weekly therapy I got past it, mostly, and moved on. My second life crises came during my latest trip to Switzerland. ~ I started working in Switzerland
Random experiences of late, in and around, Montpellier, and a little bit beyond. As always in these cases, it’s E.B. White style. ~ Ain’t no sunshine Annie and Catherine are in Canada for two months. I’ll stay here to hold the fort, work, no traveling. I have to take advantage of having the house
Dear Pig, I’m not really happy about your recent schedule changes. I’ve know it was coming, and I should have been better prepared for it. Still, I am disturbed and annoyed by it all. Of course, schedules were never the same after you were born – all hope abandoned, time folded all funny like Dali’s