while ya’ll are away:
i was reading “a moveable feast” by hemingway this morning (before sunrise even) and got to this passage just as the birds started chirping and the sky was getting paler. you girls are as good as spring itself:
“when spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. the only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. people were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
we need a corkscrew and a few glasses on a warm evening, together again. darby leaves soon. daphne leaves after that. kate is shrouded by the medical world (reminds me of that gopher game at chuck e. cheese...you know, you bop the little gophers when they pop up...no bopping kate, though). ooh ooh, what about this: an early departure to lincoln on july 1st for the lucinda williams show? we could find a place good for loitering. and REALLY toast daphne’s new love. and REALLY toast the days ahead for darby. and ali’s grad-school entrance. and, of course, to lucinda’s mostly profound music. (except that terrible line: “i’ve got something good for you to eat.”)
and wherever you are, pray to god for anne marie. my mom ran into her pops at some church thing. said her place in germany got robbed. no es bueno. pero nuestro dios puede ayudarla.
