In Tearing Haste

As Patrick Leigh Fermor would have said…

I have been insanely busy or maybe just dreadfully slow, as much or more from my mysterious endless roaming inflammatory arthritis- that- is- not- gout as anything specifically Parkinsonian (may publish a medical info- bleg on that soon). Have had the Denver trip, an Albuquerque one, the new roof, several books that I enjoyed but must also blurb and /or review, pigeons to winterize, a talk and a radio show, both in Albuquerque, to prep for, two old dogs at least one of whom may be on his last legs, wood to get in and stack, yard/ garden to put to bed… an infinity mark would feel right here.

I will name and recommend a bunch of books in a separate post, and I intend to write long reviews of them. I also must blog on Fabre and his Japanese cult, and on a non- existent French writer named “Fartre”; on a seeming injustice being done to a Central American researcher; on Reid’s pending role as a paperback Indiana Jones; on the Brave New World of Hunting Foodies, starring bloggers and popular writers and a Scandinavian chef; of birds of paradise and of a few things that are just plain ridiculous– in fact, after my book list, I think I will start with those… meanwhile, another dog pic, this one a deerhound in an inn north of London courtesy of Roseann Hanson to join the regular stars, Shiri’s Tavi and Larissa and Jutta’s Nhubia and Taalai (above).