It is still storming, still storm, Storm Still the translation published in India! in 2014, Seagull, in 2010
in German, Surhkamp Verlag. Starting this, maybe a page or two a day, and re-starting The Fruit Thief.
For some reason have fixed on going to Tomasita's up on Pan American Highway if I can get there on Montaño only and avoid the Pan American. From there some photos across the valley of the volcanoes.
Gorgeous sunny day. Stop somewhere along the way first for a first stroll to stride off the day. Or not.
Tomasita's was good-ok. Big news of the day, however, was that along Unser early walkers and runners were out and sure enough there was a guy walking with purpose Backwards! Handke would be so proud and happy. As I was. Too fast, driving, to get a snap of him. Later in the afternoon took lots of snaps of the walls on Sevilla street and offshoots. Image bank for my photo book on the Walls of West Albuquerque.
Now in Fruit Thief he is talking about departure on a trip that feels it might be a final trip, looking over what his fruit trees yielded. Closing up the house. This time I am on purpose not going to underline anything, as a discipline in Duration!
Said good-bye to Beckie. She liked her flowers and put her card in her book to read later. She and Bela at Cottonwood earlier with Janeese concocted a plan for next year to rent two or three cats from Janeese for our visit. Wonder if that will happen! I can see them tearing up the chairs. Janeese has four or five dogs and eighteen more or less cats.
We started Rosellini's Stromboli at Handke's insistence last night. Berman beautiful. Read up on the big scandal back story. 1950s black and white movie. Have seen it before or at least the opening part. Vintage in every way.
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