Linda and Lester and I are sitting in the sun porch at Tyrolia looking out over the ponds (and the water Mocassins swimming by!) drinking wine… wishing you were here.
I just read this aloud to them and choked up— because your writing is just so damn good. We all give you a standing O and send you love… ❤️
I’ve lost 3 people since the beginning of March. One in their late 80, but 2 of them in their 70s. I’m becoming more aware of living in the moment and just doing the things I want to do. I hope your friend doesn’t fall too fast.
Thank you, Chris. I'm not too far behind you and Nak and have been through The Long Goodbye with two parents. It ripped my guts out. Traveling that road with a friend like this...
You were both blessed to have such a good friend all your lives. He's blessed to have you now.
So true, James. I'm aware that I won the lottery. A lot of things had to happen for Nak and me to walk into that first grade class together...not all of them good. Had not FDR not signed off on the godawful unfairness of the internment camps, Nak would have grown up in Auburn, WA and we'd have never crossed paths. And then, some perfect juxtaposition of our opposite personalities; what a gift.
Well said, Chris - thank you for this. I'm sorry Nak has dementia, but very glad he has you, and that the two of you have been there for one another for such a large portion of your lives. Time together is the gift that makes the greatest difference.
Jesus Christ, that’s beautiful. It’s my birthday and I now consider this one very fine gift. You, sir, are a poet. A weaver of beauty with words as your medium. I am so so grateful to have found you here on The Stack. 😏 Thanks for making my day. 💜
Damn straight, brother. True dementia is a bearcat. Though I had a weird epiphany recently while re-viewing one my novels prior to doing a book club (yeah, friends, you really have to do that). I had the sensation that writing a novel is a kind of temporary insanity. You dive into this alternate world, live there for a year (or more) and fixate on imaginary people. Eventually, when the novel is published, you slowly come out it. But later, maybe much later, when re-reading your own work you think, "WTH? I must have a been a crazy man to be around when I was writing this." And so we salute our partners and pals who put up with us when they know we're writing. We couldn't do it without them.
Damn, Will, I'm with you all the way on that! Every once in a while...like twice a day I have to search my memory (takes only seconds...not a lot left in there) to remember if the attributes I gave some character I based on a real person, were actually that person's attributes, or whether I just made it up. And I know what you mean about having to go to your old work to keep up with kids who have just read it. I was in Michigan one time and a girl asked me about a character in the book her class had read and I hadn't done my homework...and asked her to remind me who that character even was. She looked at her teacher, like..."Who is this guy?"
Linda and Lester and I are sitting in the sun porch at Tyrolia looking out over the ponds (and the water Mocassins swimming by!) drinking wine… wishing you were here.
I just read this aloud to them and choked up— because your writing is just so damn good. We all give you a standing O and send you love… ❤️
Hey...bet you guys are giving them a GOOD one! Tyrolia rolls on!
I’ve lost 3 people since the beginning of March. One in their late 80, but 2 of them in their 70s. I’m becoming more aware of living in the moment and just doing the things I want to do. I hope your friend doesn’t fall too fast.
Thank you, Chris. I'm not too far behind you and Nak and have been through The Long Goodbye with two parents. It ripped my guts out. Traveling that road with a friend like this...
You were both blessed to have such a good friend all your lives. He's blessed to have you now.
So true, James. I'm aware that I won the lottery. A lot of things had to happen for Nak and me to walk into that first grade class together...not all of them good. Had not FDR not signed off on the godawful unfairness of the internment camps, Nak would have grown up in Auburn, WA and we'd have never crossed paths. And then, some perfect juxtaposition of our opposite personalities; what a gift.
Thank you so much 💕 it fits me well. I have always admired you 🤗
Well said, Chris - thank you for this. I'm sorry Nak has dementia, but very glad he has you, and that the two of you have been there for one another for such a large portion of your lives. Time together is the gift that makes the greatest difference.
Wow, wow, wow. This is beautiful, timely, and restorative. Thank you so much, Chris.
Loved the book, love the quote, love you and all your stories !
Jesus Christ, that’s beautiful. It’s my birthday and I now consider this one very fine gift. You, sir, are a poet. A weaver of beauty with words as your medium. I am so so grateful to have found you here on The Stack. 😏 Thanks for making my day. 💜
Happy Birthday!!!!!!
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Damn straight, brother. True dementia is a bearcat. Though I had a weird epiphany recently while re-viewing one my novels prior to doing a book club (yeah, friends, you really have to do that). I had the sensation that writing a novel is a kind of temporary insanity. You dive into this alternate world, live there for a year (or more) and fixate on imaginary people. Eventually, when the novel is published, you slowly come out it. But later, maybe much later, when re-reading your own work you think, "WTH? I must have a been a crazy man to be around when I was writing this." And so we salute our partners and pals who put up with us when they know we're writing. We couldn't do it without them.
Damn, Will, I'm with you all the way on that! Every once in a while...like twice a day I have to search my memory (takes only seconds...not a lot left in there) to remember if the attributes I gave some character I based on a real person, were actually that person's attributes, or whether I just made it up. And I know what you mean about having to go to your old work to keep up with kids who have just read it. I was in Michigan one time and a girl asked me about a character in the book her class had read and I hadn't done my homework...and asked her to remind me who that character even was. She looked at her teacher, like..."Who is this guy?"