The cold I caught over vacation is demonic.
It has morphed into both a sinus infection and an ear infection. A few days ago, my left eardrum burst from the pressure building up inside it. I'm on antibiotics now, which I dislike intensely, and which reminds me that Gurdjieff once called penicillin "poison to the psyche of man".
L is now beginning to show early symptoms of the same cold.
Demonic.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Marshfield: views from the porch
We left Nantucket and returned to Marshfield.
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Me, writing to you, now.
Or, the artist pretending to be a man who updates his blog regularly:
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Nantucket: walkabout
We went for a walk the following morning after breakfast.
As we were passing by a church, its bell struck noon. Taking this as a sign, we entered and promptly began taking pictures.
A vertical view of the stairwell leading to the bell tower, which we climbed:
The pipes of the church organ:
The organist's view:
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As we were passing by a church, its bell struck noon. Taking this as a sign, we entered and promptly began taking pictures.
A vertical view of the stairwell leading to the bell tower, which we climbed:
The pipes of the church organ:
The organist's view:
Nantucket: evening
We returned to the suite and got ready for dinner:
We had dinner at the American Seasons restaurant. L said it was the best meal of her life.
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We had dinner at the American Seasons restaurant. L said it was the best meal of her life.
Nantucket: the beach
After organizing the suite, we went for a walk...
to the beach:
This is L, explaining how inappropriately she's dressed for the beach:
to the beach:
This is L, explaining how inappropriately she's dressed for the beach:
Nantucket: arrival
Our arrival on the island was auspiciously harbinged by an ominous albatross angry seagull.
We picked up our rental car and checked into our suite.
The suite:
We picked up our rental car and checked into our suite.
The suite:
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Nantucket: the ferry
On my birthday we breakfasted and packed and rushed to the Steamship Authority in Hyannis where we made our ferry five minutes before it set out and were the last to board.
On the hour-long ferry ride, I tried my best to keep out of the way of everyone who isn't yet forty-one -- all those people busy doing things, and still somehow believing that it might all amount to something in the end.
On the hour-long ferry ride, I tried my best to keep out of the way of everyone who isn't yet forty-one -- all those people busy doing things, and still somehow believing that it might all amount to something in the end.