losing valuable things

 not understanding quite what happens.  Added lines to previous post but they didn't stay.  

One was thresholds, key term in Handke's Across.  Key term in one of my earlier phases.  And key to current life manners because we live now in two houses, multiple thresholds, back and forth, NE to SW. Two houses and back and forth, more thresholds, more passages.  

And, so?

Justin sent the piece he wrote about fishing with Joe and spreading the ashes. "Ashes for the Fish."  Joe has this good line---"Fly-fishing is the only thing that I do that is the thing that I do."

Talk about when he and Wendy started to separate.  When Justin was about fifteen.  Wendy found out after the fact, after the book appeared? that Joe and Lou Ann wrote The Letters together, romance novel in Lou Ann's mode with Joe as collaborator, letters back and forth over a fictional love affair.  And yet anyone who read the book would know that real emotion wrote the letters, joined the writers.  I recall that period very clearly.  Maybe it was because of that that I gave Joe a bit more distance.  I was pretty aghast privately that he had done that without Wendy knowing a thing about it.  I could tell he felt guilty about it too.  Were we ever friends?  Colleagues.  Older father confessor.  He once aligned me with Kafka's? tale about a sin-eater.  

Wrapped the basketball for Eliot in a big box to give him a bit of mystery.  Bela wrote cards explaining the special gift from her she wants for each---jewelry-making for Emma and basketball lessons for Eliot.  

Just as snow started lightly around 2 pm I sped out to Hannaford to get the things for our xmas day.  Turns out Bela wants the salmon dish.  Earlier I had made it to the dump.  After lunch we allowed ourselves two of Rachel's homemade cookies.  They look like treasures in the box she made up for us.  

Town tax bill arrive.  Not yet the water & sewer.  Total up to 8,681.!!  Paid in July 3901.  Owe now 4780.

Gulp.  Can we indeed afford to keep both houses?  This house in particular?  

I don't feel interested in reading the Wendigo stories.  Justin and Wendy knew all about them, the genre, which are called cryptid.  Described one creature called something like the squamp--squonk, northern Pennsylvania pig-like creature.  

"struggling across the threshold" at this very moment--23 our teacher historian Herr Loser muses over Virgil's Georgics 

In the market in front of the rack of berries a young couple were laughing and joking about the wonderful aroma of the berries they were buying, a splurge.  I looked more closely, uuuhh they look like albino strawberries, pine berries I think they are called, fancy label.  I'll serve them for our Christmas dinner and see what they are like.