In the now-empty space that used to be filled with calm companionship and occasional passion, I am rewriting my life. It has not been very long, but I have little interest in, nor energy for, languishing. I have passed my doubts, if not my regrets; it is not moving on, per se. Just moving.
If I were female, and living in Prescott instead of Pinole, and far less verbose than I am, I’d like to think my blog would be this beautiful.
Her words are spare as the oaks of Mingus Mountain.
Note:Many old comments were lost in a database crash in 2008. Some conversations may seem to make less sense than they would have. A few will make more sense now.
2 comments on "Kat"Hey, Chris!
Have you gotten more crochety with old age? Or is that just your blog persona? Jym Dyer, who I know through the Whistlepig list (ask him) mentioned your book and I thought, dang, that’s got to be the same Chris Clarke I knew back in the day at Merritt College Ornamental Hort. Would love to catch up with you!
I’m deeply flattered, Chris. Thanks.