Tewkesbury rain.

A grim day! Yesterday I watered the garden and now it is doubly soaked. The tomatoes will grow I suppose. In the UK floods in Tewkesbury. What would one do I said to Peter at the gym? Start again. All our bits & pieces, photos, books, mementoes. Files saying Keep. And they didn't keep for those in Tewkesbury did they? They were soaked, ruined. I'd miss books. Reference volumes. Those that tell me about Australia in 1810, Rome at its height, words and their origins, druids. I assume if the Tewlesbury books were soaked, the emails were more so. No more emails. A good thing? Useful for facts but not for people. Keeps them apart more doesn't it? No need to speak to anyone on the old fashioned telephone let alone face to face. They're shadows, others, them. No we, no us. And here I am using email. Not flooded yet. Blogging for the novelty. Because I can. A grim day.

Missing each other....

What a day! Awfully hot and there I was all dressed up, meeting a friend at an agreed subway stop to go to a wedding. Then missing her, watching A trains fly by, phone not working in the subway and so back home for a consolation tea of homemade oatmeal and raisin cookies. I left messages of course after imagining abduction by aliens, terrible car accidents and yet another explosion somewhere. But the phone rings. She was there she said, in white and pearls. It was not to be I can see that. She was invisible to me and now the wedding is in full swing. Dancing and cake and good wishes and all that jazz. And now a quiet evening.......

Byron Couplet

By George Gordon Byron, known as Lord Byron, from his epic poem: DON JUAN

"The devil has not in all his quiver's choice,

An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice".