Why I Don't Make the Bed Anymore
Labels: cockador, Emory House
posted by Cicily Corbett | 12:30 AM
A Luminous Halo
"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf
About Me
- Name: Cicily Corbett
- Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States
Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.
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1 Comments:
It does my heart good to see that pup sleeping. Resting up, no doubt, for another frenetic day.
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