Done and gone
Oct. 9th, 2014 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI have sent off the final (I hope!) corrections on Bitter Waters to the editor and publisher thereof, and that's that.
("And that, said John, is that." - the final line of the first poem I ever deliberately learned by heart, for schoolwork. I still have the rest of it too, emblazoned on the escutcheon of my mind. I may have lost memories that might have proved more useful - but maybe not. It is one of the rhythms of my English, indelible.)
Karen is just finishing up some coursework and a quiz. Then we will load packed cases and pressed clothes into the car, abandon the cats and be away. We're heading north - dark and true and tender is the north - as far as Mendocino, which is further than we've been in quite a while. And there will be friends there who we haven't seen in way and way too long; and there will be good food and much drinking, and conversations to which I may contribute, and on Saturday there will be a wedding, and yay. Shannon is a piece of my America - I had been here only a bare couple of days before I met her, five years back; and we have visited each other here and in SF and in Portland and on Orcas Island, so she is woven totally into my story here - and I love this thing where I get to watch her being happy. Also Mark, I love that thing too.
("And that, said John, is that." - the final line of the first poem I ever deliberately learned by heart, for schoolwork. I still have the rest of it too, emblazoned on the escutcheon of my mind. I may have lost memories that might have proved more useful - but maybe not. It is one of the rhythms of my English, indelible.)
Karen is just finishing up some coursework and a quiz. Then we will load packed cases and pressed clothes into the car, abandon the cats and be away. We're heading north - dark and true and tender is the north - as far as Mendocino, which is further than we've been in quite a while. And there will be friends there who we haven't seen in way and way too long; and there will be good food and much drinking, and conversations to which I may contribute, and on Saturday there will be a wedding, and yay. Shannon is a piece of my America - I had been here only a bare couple of days before I met her, five years back; and we have visited each other here and in SF and in Portland and on Orcas Island, so she is woven totally into my story here - and I love this thing where I get to watch her being happy. Also Mark, I love that thing too.