Crazy few days. Behind on my entries. After many a summer and many a dead swan, the Bi-lingual Review I’ve been waiting for finally arrived. My story “Mano a Mano was picked up by the pub in 2003-2004?—I can’t recall anymore—and it’s good to finally see it in print.
A lot of memories tied up with that piece. Remember reading it to my folks up in Wyoming after I’d finished it. We haven’t been together on the mountain since, and old age will preclude its ever happening again.
Spent the day at various nurseries. Was looking for shrubs and vines to dress up the holes left after the massive clearance we undertook. Picked up a couple of nice clematis to plant under the big trellises on the east side of the porch. Still more to do, but it’s all fun now, the dirty work (most of it, anyway) behind us.