Dear Michael and Caroline,
Now comes a breather from these vignettes. Here are some lines, mostly serious, intended to define me, and maybe more:
· Some people just naturally know how to enjoy life. Others order salad.
· Any resemblance between perception and reality is largely a coincidence.
· Now that I’m older, it gets late earlier.
· The future always arrives unannounced.
· Nothing is as it used to be. Maybe nothing ever was.
· Girls grow up sooner than boys. Boys never really do catch up.
· You write something nobody asked you to write, send it to an editor who never asked you to send it, and cross your fingers that finds a home in front of a reader who never asked to read it.
· I crave a daily dose of beauty, however small — even, if quite feasible, a glimpse of the divine. It could be the sunset, a Walt Whitman poem or the faces of my children.
· If I belong in any category, I would term myself post-cute.
· We all carve out this groove for ourselves. And we like that groove. It’s our groove. But it’s still a groove, the same stuff repeated over and over. Life can actually get too groovy. Sometimes we feel we should change grooves, get a new groove going. And maybe we should.
· I’m too guarded. Must be on guard against that.
· I’ve lived a life narcissistic to a degree most people would find unthinkable.
· I’m optimistic, hopelessly so.
· What is a pessimist, really, but an optimist who’s deeply confused?