Dru, Steinbeck and the Book of Deer

Dear Juliet Sorry, got caught between the local recycling centre and Sainsbury's supermarket this afternoon and now I'm just going out to work! I'll do a longer post when I get back in. I hope you're okay. Love, James

Dear Juliet Like the title says, are you okay? Love, James

Dear Juliet I thought I'd better mention that if you (theoretically) wanted to come over, preparations would be necessary (travel insurance, return ticket, support letter from me etc.) so I'll just quickly advise you to  check this link and liaise with me beforehand. To make it easier for you, I also have a To Do list which I'll cross-check with the primary source material next week or so. Okay, said it. It was on my mind... In the meantime, I lit a candle you-know-where for yourself and the 9/11 victims. I forgot to take a picture of it, but I did get a nice shot of this squirrel. Hope you like squirrels. I think you don't like dwelling on bad things, so I'm not going to go on about it too much. Just provide this excerpt from Dear Miss Landau about breakfast in the South Tower, 2000. In 1989, fresh from Australia and California, I’d lain on the ground in the plaza between the Twin Towers and gazed up the vertical precipice towards the 102nd floor of the south tow...

Dear Juliet Not quite sure what that title means, but most of my synapses are now functioning properly and I can write a better blog than I did last night... I do have to go out and attend to the sick and the needy in less than an hour, though, so it'll be short. Perhaps then, let's once again tackle any doubts you may about your worth and value. So please look at it like this: I dragged myself bodily to my Dell PC at two o'clock in the morning because you were worth it. Sat there for half-an-hour trying to hang some theme on a literary hook and eventually managed to say something about 9/11 and Vera Lynn. AI passed it but it wasn't great. I'd probably have put it off 'til later but for the fact that you were worth it. I also understand metronomic regularity and reliability on my part is of help and support to you. Hope I helped. You are worth it. There we are. Love, James P.S. You're hot!

Dear Juliet Sorry I'm late, there was a lot of laundry and ironing to do. I don't think I can manage much tonight, but there's an important anniversary I should observe so I'll reprint this blog entry from Dear Miss Landau . Ground Zero, afterwards   There’s always a girl sitting alone on a bench.   Work goes on to put up a new building in place of the lost towers, and the sound of the ta-pocketa ta-pocketa machines reverberate above the din.   The skeleton of the new edifice rises from the foundations.   Raw-red girders are just beginning to climb skyward, but she’s always there. I cross the causeway to West Street and Battery Park. A young man brushes by me on the escalator, wrapped tight in his own private little world of finance and shutting out all else with headphones. I met another young man like him once, in the plaza before the towers fell. I come to the water’s edge and relative silence greets me. There’s Lady Liberty in the distance and clo...

Dear Juliet Just a quick one, sadly lacking in deep inner meaning. Shifnal's having a scarecrow carnival , and I picked up a couple of photos. Hope U Like. Just back from the dental hygienist, four calls tonight in Bridgnorth, no crying in the layby. Well, maybe not. I even think of you when I'm having my teeth done... I hope you're okay? Son of Monsterpalooza 's next up, I understand. Simpler title than Offspring of Monsterpalooza, to be sure. I hope you have a good time, and don't run into the Wicker Man at the door! Love, James