As the last note sounded, someone in the audience cried out. Not a bravo mind you, but more the type of shriek one might utter if a stranger had leapt from a closet in the middle of the night. A… Read More ›
nomadic retirement
… More Burgundy
I took these notes during our walk and have decided to just give them a quick dusting. Here we go: Morning: Fixin, France October 4, 2024 The Burgundian villages are, at their core, farming towns. No fancy shops. No large… Read More ›
Hiking Burgundy—again
The Côte d’Or of Burgundy: Oct. 1-7, 2024 I’ve planned five days to walk from Dijon to Beaune. My normal pace is fast—chin up, chest out, 2 miles by sunrise. This time, I’m trying something new. In a book I’m… Read More ›
31 Flavors
“Growing old … what is the opposite of “growing”? I ask myself. “Withering” perhaps? It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.” The Journal of May Sarton: The House by the… Read More ›
The Banishment of Indifference
We’re packing up, getting ready to relinquish our Charlottesville home next month. In a tiny house without closets, it’s amazing how many cubbyholes we’ve managed to create. Tucked under our end table, in a wooden box that my mother-in-law painted,… Read More ›
The World In Between 