friends with those skeletons
Alas, what is terrible is not the skeletons,
but the fact that I am no longer terrified by them.
~Anton Chekhov
i have of late been obsessed again with the concept of my mortality. {and flamenco.} are they intrinsically linked? ah well, nothing new, just the inner workings of my mind. perhaps marriage is doing this to me. i find myself thinking ahead fifty years {a thing i am really quite unable to grasp} and then fifty more to my death. well, fifty, plus fifty two and two months {102 total for those counting, which adds to 134.}. in keeping with my intuition {read more here} it seems as though i should have plenty of time of ruminate on such things. plenty of time indeed. perhaps i will even make friends with those skeletons. who knows?
Posted by jeff pitcher at October 8, 2004 07:41 PM
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ahh, yes the sun magazine still resides dear to your heart. i still thoroughly enjoy it as well. glad to know you guys are well and happy. much love to you and keri both.
Posted by: celisa at October 9, 2004 12:13 PM
Then again, you may die tomorrow.
Posted by: Elswell Carsdale at October 11, 2004 01:30 PM
precisely.....and that's the beauty of it no?
Posted by: jefferson pitcher at October 11, 2004 02:01 PM
So tonight to shush you how about if I say I have administrative bones to pick with God, Boo. I'll say God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style I'm not crazy about. I'm pretty much anti-death. God looks by all accounts to be pro-death. I'm not seeing how we can get together on this issue, he and I, Boo.
Posted by: Elswell Carsdale at October 11, 2004 02:51 PM
