Second Beginnings

 

So long as I get SOMEWHERE, said Alice...

Perhaps a record of the days that are passing.

Perhaps proof that I am not totally idle.

Perhaps a collection of things I like to do.

Living quietly, slowly, trying for contentment in changed circumstances. What more can I do at present? 'All is changed, changed utterly', to misquote W.B. Yeats.

What is 'flummery' anyhow? Dad used it in the sense of bamboozling people whilst I thought it was a medieval dessert... neither of us are exactly correct but does it matter? I like the sound of it.

It is the entertaining moments which lift the day.